I am not a particularly political animal, but this has me outraged.

Indeed, I've composed a poem that hopefully shall inspire the rebels the way Pearce's poetry inspired the Irish uprisers.

Ahem.


Armed with nine irons and girded in plus fours
We shall banish tyranny from the golf course!

We shall drive the enemy back, oh yes, we'll chip away
And we'll two putt if we need to because we're here to stay!

In the fairway, on the tees, the greens, and the bunker
We'll ambush, and attack, recede, and then hunker.

I say, from the golf course we'll banish tyranny!
And back in the clubhouse we'll toast the bourgoisie!