His sincere anguish was a fine invention:
Our world too old, dependable and good,
With phrase and grin he drew the crowd's attention,
Their feely father/people's prince, who stood

For modernising change to free-up nations:
He, Left nor Right chose, old traps set by others
With wits still blunted by unsolved equations,
But Third Ways brought us to betray our brothers.

Till what he meant to do was done: dejected,
Grown scrawny, twitchy, mad-eyed, yet elected,
He took to God to justify the slaughter,

Or sat by 'freebie' pools bemused,
Of Law and Order raved to sons and daughter -
Our old abuser, disabused.

                    (Apologies to W. H. Auden)