The snows of despair fall.
Cold air and blanket death shawl.
The forecast gloomy,
economic cold wind
blows right through me.
Here in broken Britain,
Its Eat or heat.
Nurses at food banks,
extra socks to warm frozen feet.
A warm room
or a plateful of gruel to consume.
Whilst faucets shed icicle tears
and fat cats grin ear to ear
all the way to the bank.
No deliveries for days,
strike action underway.
Can't go away,
trains not running today.
Daily Mail are up in arms
these strikers are causing our country harm,
typical sleazy tory scum.
A den of iniquity, this private crime lords club.
Lying, gaslighting,
pushing the blame upon anyone.
But themselves.
Where people are struggling to survive
whilst bigwigs worry more about their economy drive.
This is broken Britain.
Unlevel playing field, them at the top
us not able to climb all the way up.
Tory heaven. Think our health service is a plaything,
The parts for selling.
Have us fighting, screaming and yelling
instead of standing hand in hand.
It's not the homeless or the unemployed.
It's not the strikers, just trying to get
their hard-earned rewards.
It's the men in suits.
Stamping out our lights,
under their thick heavy boots.
This is broken Britain.
Not the immigrants just seeking safety
but our leaders who don’t seem to mind a little tragedy
as long as it pays them handsomely.
The media circus has got to stop.
The clowns should be marched to the chop.
This is broken Britain.
People freezing.
Because rich men
want just a bit more
but there is never enough
to help the poor.
(Always enough to fight a war)
(Always some in store
if Tory cronies need their
bank accounts to soar)
This is broken Britain
On our knees, exactly as they want us.
Begging pleas laughed off by Etonian toffs.
As they skip off to their second homes.
Well heated one would assume.
Bring the strikes I say.
Let broken Britain unite today.
Let's hit these suits where it hurts.
In the pockets.
Let them feel the shame
of scrabbling in the dirt.
Broken Britain is being dragged through the grime.
Where race is used to sell papers
and dodgy dukes do no time
but God forbid you stand up
and say that race hate isn't okay,
dare to say you were treated unfairly.
They will turn the blame squarely
back on you.
And if you are pushed to the brink.
They won't stop. Just try to make you jump.
It makes you think,
or at least it should.
There is nothing great about this place,
not even much that is good.
Thanks for reading
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