A new Jerusalem

In Competition No. 3060 you were invited to provide an updated version of ‘Jerusalem’ starting with the words ‘And did those tweets…’One of my favourite parodies of Blake’s poem is by Allan M. Laing. In it he describes the wartime blackouts:
 

Bring me my torch of waning power!
Bring me my phosphor button bright!
Bring me my stick — O, dreadful hour!
That brings the darkness of the night!

Laing was a colossus of literary competitions and his successors — veterans and newcomers alike — continue to shine in these pages. In a crowded and lively field this week, honourable mentions go to Nicholas Stone, David Silverman, Brian Murdoch, Ian Barker and Nick Vasey. The winners, printed below, are rewarded with £25 each.
 

And did those tweets of febrile Trump
Talk of a Brexit hard and clean?
And was the whole Remoaner rump
Still fearful of what Out might mean?
And did the crapulous Walloons
And Germans scoff from far away?
Well, we shall drink in Wetherspoons
Come Corbyn or, indeed, what May.
 
Bring us our pints of nut-brown ale!
Bring us the bar snacks we desire!
Bring us this day our Daily Mail,
Raising our spirits and our ire.
From Brexit rants we’ll not desist
Control long lost we will take back
We’ll be so drunk in Wetherspoons
That Europe will not want us back.
Adrian Fry
 
And did those tweets at voting time
Reach the deplorable and green:
And was the holy Russian bear
In US social media seen?
And did expedience malign,
Cause nascent fears to deepen still?
And was mass bitterness builded here,
Towards that dark satanic Hill?
 
Bring me the view ‘They’re all corrupt’;
Bring me the fortunes they acquire:
Bring me mistrust: O web erupt!
Bring me a candidate with fire!
He will not cease from mental spleen,
Nor shall his phone sleep in his hand:
Till he has drained Jerusalem,
And made a great, unpleasant land.