The politics of a modern Britain


They lie, to reap the rewards

Of a game that entwines

The lives of those

Who matter not, the disposed

Once blessed with Council homes

On the cheap, now weep

As their families scatter

Chasing jobs, as if that matters

“Get on your bike

and look for work” don’t shirk

The responsibility of benefiting society

Like those who sit on benches green

And red, for the ermine trimmed

Who win, and win, and win again

Yet never once observe the pain

Of those who strive always in vain…

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