Adaptation of Rudyard Kipling's 'If'

If you can keep your head when all about you
are blaming immigrants, the disabled, vulnerable or you,
If you can trust the truth when all around you,
ignore corporate greed and parrot tabloid smears too;
If you can fight and not get tired of fighting,
while being forced to suffer millionaire perpetuated lies,
or being hated for telling it straight and not give in to hating,
and yet admit you're not perfect, nor have a monopoly on wise:

If you can dream and use that dream against our masters;
If you can critically think - to make truth your aim;
If you can stand up to Trump and May who are a disaster
and treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can stand by the truth you have spoken
and not allow it to be twisted by media knaves and fools,
and watch the NHS you gave your life to, broken,
and yet stoop to rebuild it with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your life's work and winnings
and risk it for your fellows on a political pitch-and-toss,
And win or lose, be ready to make a fairer society from the beginning
and never breathe a word about the personal cost;
If you can show your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve those who come after you are long gone,
and so hold on when others say you have nothing in you
Except the will to fight the corrupt and say to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can hear crowds chant your name yet keep your virtue,
Or walk with Lords-nor lose your common touch,
If neither foes nor false friends can hurt you,
If all those chant with you, but none too much;
If you can fill every unforgiving minute
with sixty seconds' of fight and never run,
yours is Britain and together we are all in it,
and will chant "Oh, Jeremy Corbyn" - go on my son!