A Shakespearean-style soliloquy that a contemporary politician might have felt moved to deliver
Men must at times be masters of their fate.
I know too well whose leopard shoes these are.
’Tis true, I once admired them, trod their sods
Till, led into the mire, I went my way
While others turncoat turned and, in their trail
Ran with the hares whilst hunting with the hounds;
Her courage and resilience many praised
And in her vision of a Britain freed
From bonds believed, though bound in bonds she stayed.
But I to economic vassalage
Was not resigned and so, with pluck, resigned —
Plucked in an instant from her entourage!
Yet, dithering not, I, Boris, do return
And would, with due consent, her mantle wear,
And, building from her dross a citadel,
Unite this Party, House and Land as well.
(Boris Johnson)
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