Pick 'n' Mix Revolution

Yo, it’s justice season, pick your fight,

Wave a flag for the chosen plight.

Free the land — but only them,

Not you, old Brit, get back in your pen.

Palestine should be free of Jews?

Strong words, mate — bold abuse.

But mention borders and island pride,

Suddenly you're on the fascist side?

Pick ‘n’ mix revolution, take a stance,

Only if it’s got that TikTok dance.

Shout "freedom" — but check the list:

Who gets rights and who gets missed.

It's nuance-free, it's all or bust,

Unless it's Brits — then “know your crust!”

A rebel’s script on rental terms,

Toss the crown, but keep the perms.

White man's bad, and that's the rule,

Until it's Gaza, then he's cool.

National pride? That’s bigotry!

Unless you're waving it for the P.

You spit on “Brits who want it back,”

But cheer for rockets in the Gaza stack.

Call for peace? You’re just a shill.

Unless it's aimed at Israel. Chill.

Oh, I see — imperialism's bad…

unless it’s emotional, rad,

and fits your vibe.

Solidarity? Sure — as long as it’s not

your own tribe.

Pick ‘n’ mix revolution, tailor-made,

Spotify politics, outrage parade.

Wave one flag, burn the next,

Truth’s just vibes and Twitter text.

So here's to rage with a filter on,

Shout real loud, but don’t be wrong.

Cancel nuance, play the part —

It’s punk for clout, not for heart.