Who ever chose you to be
a Glasgow councilor of sham democracy?
You arose on the poor folk’s inadequacy
Hoping, mere hoping, that Labour be better than Tory,
Yet you and your cronies carry on the same old story of betrayal
It’s not merely Glasgow Green or the courage of Elspeth King,
Your actions ring more of MacDonald
Traitors decades ago – and that is the core of my poem,
You change a street name to Mandela
Yet act as a tyrant at home.