To the Lukewarm
'So, because you are lukewarm, and neither hot nor cold, I will spit you out of my mouth'.- Revelation 3:16
by Christopher Norris, with image by Martin Gollan
Let hate, like love, burn steady, fierce and clean.
No time for cooling passions – keep your flame
Turned up, spot on: oxyacetylene!
Try this: the man has lied, shifted the blame
To hapless functionaries, fled the scene
Of every crime before some reckoner came
To call him out, obstructed justice, been
Lead player in each tabloid-sponsored game
Of rabble-rousing, skulked behind a screen
Of bluff and bluster when a one-time tame
Investigator spilled the final bean
On some new crime-in office, staked his claim
To rank with Nero in the epicene
Dictator league, got press-hounds to defame
A judge or two, rejoiced to vent his spleen
On those reporters rash enough to name
A host of scattered offspring or umpteen
Past mistresses, let slip that his chief aim
Was scrapping any pesky law they’d frame
To oust him, have the Met latch on he’s keen
To hush their findings up, revealed that shame
Or honour have no place in the latrine
Of quick-flush conscience, and displayed the same
Old Eton-bred contempt that’s let them preen
Themselves, those would-be monarchs, on their fame
For all things bad, like this one and his queen
Whose sins, Macbeth-like, darken each je t’aime.
Christopher Norris is Distinguished Research Professor in Philosophy at the University of Cardiff. He is the author of more than thirty books on aspects of philosophy, politics, literature, the history of ideas, and music.