9.) Old Joe

Mr Speaker: Order! Let’s let the man speak, shall we? Order.

1.) The Right Honourable Joseph Chamberlin

“Mr Speaker,
As the right honourable Ladies and Gentlemen will note,
we’ve expanded and innovated,
toiled and forged.
the glass rises now like smoke once did,
and yet promises meant to be kept
have been broken by the lords who have screwed us all,
broken like our chains were supposed to be.
By the light of a furnace we were supposed to be made,
powered from the heat of the steam engine.
But by ‘God ordained’ they will see the State decay:
how can we live if our children are not educated and fed?
We pour into the halls now, black as we were from the factories.
We must stand tall, ‘The People above the Priests’,
stand up to the class who toil not neither do they spin,
rise up and let our ambition lead us to
a fair and free Britain!
They mock me, call me Jack Cade,
though industry formed the black velvet coat that they would die in,
I’ve clarity through my jaunty eyeglass,
and seen that these fools have never told the truth except by accident.
The blueprints of our imperial dream shines clear like the full moon:
a staple like that silvery disc in the night sky.
We must not be staid.
They dream of dominion.
Of conquering and dictatorship of British land,
only of their moneyed own.
But I am not melted down by doubt,
while coffin ships assault the bay,
fattening coffers away,
I’ll be the hammer if I must,
drumming for dear life, splintering the decks
to sink their greed.
Then at last we will make them bear witness, dear friends, to the spinning of the city’s wheels.
It is not folly that draws you to fairness.”

Speaker: Order! If you won’t behave I will have to ask you to leave. We will hear the people out. Order!
Now, the Right Honourable …

2.) Joseph Africanus, 2019

“Thank you Mr Speaker.
Are we to believe that the right honourable gentleman does not have
ink that blots his imperial dream? Or perhaps his mind?
It spreads wide and empty like his promise of “three acres and a cow”?
The shoe never fit for Prime Minister for this one.
Perhaps that was best.
How rampant would he have been to “civilise” other countries?
Coming from the man the masses knew?
Mr Speaker, as the right honourable gentleman knows
lords break all of their promises, and while he does not have lands such as they.
This callous devil from Birmingham has a lord’s bearing:
Slums were cleared but the poor swept away by enterprise’s tide
Have no holes in their memory.
Patchwork is in their clothes, you see.
So while he embraces the ‘Greater Britain beyond the seas’,
for all the good the right honourable gentleman is said to have said to have done,
the so-called ‘greatest of the governing races that the world has ever seen’ still starves.

Mr Speaker: Order! We’ve heard quite enough from both of you. Wrap it up, people! You will have our concluding thoughts, the right honourable:

3.) Our Joe

“Thank you, Mr. Speaker. The Right Honourable people are correct about Old Joe.
But.
Anyone who lives knows that light coexists with darkness.
They are not apart.
Now, while the hammer should not make excuses for blood it spills,
any tool has its purpose and corruption;
all that shines must also have a shadow, or cowl.
We have all stood in twilight’s bittersweet embrace.
I should note to you all that reality is
sometimes as sweet as kisses while also
like a rusty knife.

We must accept this if we are to service the interests of the British people.
Thank you.”

Mr Speaker: That’s enough. Order. For pity’s sake, order. It appears that we have exhausted our time and also my patience. Division! Clear the lobby.

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