Beethoven’s Fifth by Martin Rowson Dom Dom Is goneDom Dom Is goneDom Dom Dom DomDom Dom Dom DomDom Dom Dom DomDom Dom Is goneTo play Minecraft underMichael Gove’s bed And recount the moon,While in his mind his enemiesAre crushed by great machines. Bless.

A Changing of the Guard by David Betteridge I came, I conquered, and I left,helped on my way by the enmityof others. I saw a job requiring to be done,that of sabotage. The urge to destroy, Bakunin said,is also a creative urge. I, of the Right, agreed with what that…

Armistice Day by Martin Rowson Six whole months ago todayI opened up a Second FrontAll of my own, my little warTo bear witness and raise moraleThrough tiny actions, slogans daubedOn to a burnt-out outhouse wall,Seditious homilies on cardsInserted into library books,And hieroglyphs stencilled beneathThe moon's face, masked with fleeting clouds,Over…