Young Winston: Words and Melody: Adrian Renton (2018)

This song was written after a reading of Richard Toye’s book on Churchill and presents evidenced analysis of his personality, political views and actions.  Given we still an image Churchill on a five pound note, his glorification by the Tories and the Billionaire owned press and media and the BBC, it is intended to contribute to a rebalancing of our take on his contribution to history.

 

Winston was born in the palace of Blenheim to a family that ran the whole show.

Grandpa was soon lord lieutenant of Ireland and daddy had India in tow.

Taught by his nurse of the wicked free Fenians and the horrors that they’d put in place,

Then off to Harrow to, soak in the culture of the English as the master race.

Caned often at Harrow he idolised empire, looked down on the races below.

Saw natives as children who needed a beating to help them obey and to grow.

Got into Sandhurst the third time of asking, went off to learn to command

Their Civilisation, in jolly old wars, and the theft of their labour and land.

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Dumdumed a few Pathans by Malakand’s river, slashed dervishes down in Sudan.

Seeing Islam as like rabies in dogs, dangerous and lethal to man.

If Winston were here now, would he see things different?

Could he smell the rot and the shame?

Or would he still champion the master race cashflow and do it……..; all over again?

 

Displaying his bravery when someone was looking and bringing his name to the front,

In India then Africa punished the people, burning the farms as he went.

Elected to parliament for Tories in Oldham, then off to America at speed.

To lecture the whites on the barbaric peoples and the triumph of the Aryan breed.

As first Lord of Admiralty in the Great War, he messed up in the Dardanelles.

One fifty K of Brits, French and Anzacs cut up in Gallipoli’s hell.

Took up the hobby of painting with oils to bury his head in the sand.

Said to his friend Scawen Blunt in his own words: “more blood than paint on these hands”. 

 

Kicked a few arses in Mesopotamia, starved a few kids in Bengal.

Harrow songs is going around in his head, feeling so big and so small.

If Winston were here now, would he see things different?

Could he smell the rot and the shame?

Or would he still champion the master race cashflow and do it……..; all over again?