Loathsome, Winston Johnny

to the tune of “I know where I’m Going.”

We know that he’s lying,
and we know he’s causing misery.
Refugees get nothing
for he is so bloody miserly.

The rich have stocks and shares,
and a mansion for every weather,
jags of every hue
and a jewel for every finger.

He locks up refugees
in our land of milk and honey,
we could free them all
but for loathsome, Winston Johnny.

Some say that he’s cruel,
and others say he’s bonnie,
but meanest of them all,
is our loathsome, Winston Johnny.

first published in Union Songs 27/1/2005

Al Moharer Vol. 209 28/1/2005

also published in New Community Quarterly Vol.3 No.1 p.51.