JCB
JCB
Johnson Callous Boris, spends time inaugurating
A bulldozer plant, against the poor it goes razing.
Billion pounds trade, his silence doesn’t make the grade
To Mahatma, he pays homage and offers no comments on the rampage.
Spinning a charkha yarn, he lets himself get conned
By the cunning old fox, and the truth never dawned.
Warmed by a reception, gets caught in the ‘diplomaze.’
The humanity he forgets quickly, him it doesn’t a bit amazing.
