Knighthood for the footballers and rugby boys,
Celebrity Sirs and businessmen of the realm,
If your face fits and you talk the talk,
There’s an award our monarch has for you.
Honest men who worked all of their lives,
Down the pits and on the docks,
Slaving away to make Britain Great,
Never recognised by King or Queen.
Crazy dictators and petulant singers,
Receive the sword placed on each shoulder,
Kneeling before royalty on well worn caps,
The movement’s familiar, like taking a breath.
Soldiers, seamen and pilots, fight for our kingdom,
Are given buttons and heckled on our high streets,
While the firemen, paramedics and police,
Get abused and beaten in our neighbourhoods.
Backside kissers are first on the list,
Thank you Ma’am, nice to see you again,
Followed closely by those that are popular
On our moviescreens, TV’s and pitches.
Those who fought in all of our wars,
Ignored and frozen, in shabby flats,
While councils turn to avoid the thought,
Of heroes living worse than villains.
The councils who are ran by Mr. OBE,
An award for services to the state,
or some other excuse,
Why are the appointments so unfair?
Maybe it’s time the knighthoods were removed,
For worthy recipients, who would appreciate,
The fact that our country acknowledges them,
And would think of the honour as priceless.
By Stephen Messham
blog comments powered by Disqus"This is a poem i wrote after bemoaning the fact that just as our last WW1 soldier passes away, without any kind of official royal honour, people are calling for the knighting of Freddie Flintoff. The same Flintoff who, as Mirror columnist Brian Reade noticed, was the only england cricketer who missed the visit to WW1 trenches due to the fact that he was hungover. Also in the news this week was more nonsense about Sir Fred "the shred" Goodwin."
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