Sunday, 7 October 2018
UNTITLED POEM OF MINE
A country with ideas above it's station Britain is no longer an Empire nation.
Two World Wars and One World cup; I really do not give a fuck!
That was then and this is now, as they try and slaughter sacred cows.
A past that cannot be erased you can't exhume a million graves.
Or wash away by hand the blood stains on England’s green and pleasant land.
Killed for the wealth that they flaunt, society is at fault
broken homes and poverty too much violence on smart phone screens.
Reports of violence on the TV news everyday, something has gone seriously astray.
Send an email write a tweet don't talk to anyone on the street.
Cold steel in the chest, rivalries laid to rest.
Live is cheap no price to pay moped riders getaway.
Snake oil selling quack politicians offer solutions to the people for the problems governments created. Tell them what they want to hear, but still let them live in fear.
Those with the money, they don't care, they can survive through project fear, when it becomes an actual reality, can they? When an angry mob have broken into their gated community
For the shit we are about to receive I hope you will be truly happy if you voted leave
If it's no deal all the way / Lets see how you really feel come judgement day//