Clowns

The bells fall silent, news at ten told us
London called out its warning, nobody cared much
land of the rich, sick and diseased, on its knees
too many lies, to hide its dark side, it deceived

Seat of our nation
a place of great deprivation
they don't speak for you or me
only believe in their greed

Corridors of power hold so many ghosts
they want us to cower and believe their oaths
as they steal food right from the tables
of innocent people, it is disgraceful

Clowns in power, like hyperactive children
shouting, blaring and fighting, its mayhem
nothing gets done, nothing to help our causes
if they cant increase their wealth there are always clauses

Always on the brink of war, a money maker for sure
itching to send out our poor
to fight others who could be like brothers
they sit and count the gold coming in, as we suffer

Our health service, being ripped apart
by people who don't have an heart
a disservice to the people who make it work no help from above
the nurses and staff who give their all, with love

This land could still be great, if we found our soul
give some love, break down these old walls
for one and all, learn to give and share
not rich versus poor, just need to care

As the bells chime once again,  our capital awakens
illuminated by the sunrise of a new day, its intoxicating
a chance to make a change, our people deserve more
a chance to start fresh and be happy and pure

Thanks for reading.
Kyle.