Clacton On Sea

There is a reason the sun

Rarely shines

On Clacton on Sea

It’s a dark cloud infested place

Where bigotry and hate

Grows on every tree

An ageing population

Whose forefathers

Fought in the war

Against Hitler and fascism

Now struggle with remembering

What the fight was for

This small dull town

Where no conscience exists

Has just made national news

For electing an MP

From a fascist party

With extremist views

The immigrants are to blame

For every known disease

UKIP takes the town to the right

There is no hypocrisy here

When the foot soldiers go

For a curry on a Saturday night

There is a reason the sun

Refuses to shine

On Clacton on Sea

It’s the end of the pier

An unfunny arcade

With a cheap politician

Profiting from fear

Oh Clacton On Sea

Your choice was not brave

The smell of burning bones

Is your forefathers

Spinning in their grave

©JMcN2014