The fabric of Britain as we know it is being ripped apart. So much is changing, almost behind our backs, we haven't got time to notice what is happening to us. And it is happening fast.

Sunday, 18 December 2011

A Christmas Poem

A Christmas Poem

Christmas is coming
The geese are getting fat
Ready for the tables
Of Cameron and that
The poor can have a burger
A reminder of despair
A cheap and nasty filling
To sustain them for Workfare.
The children of the rich
Will smile with delight
To see the lovely goodies
That Santa brings at night
The children of the poor
Can have their Sure Start cut
They don’t need any toys
And libraries will shut
The children of the rich
Will pay for health and school
The children of the poor
Will get no support at all
It’s dog eat dog
And best man win
A silver spoon
Or dented tin
Such splitted hairs
Cause eyes that roll
It’s such old hat
It’s all so dull
Your start in life it doesn’t matter
It’s up to you, so best be clever
Remember now the words of truth
We’re all in this, but not together

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  1. Hully, you've done us proud.

  2. Love it!

    "It’s dog eat dog
    And best man win
    A silver spoon
    Or dented tin"

    Sums it up.

  3. Well done Hully !! Lovin' the pome.

  4. I wuv this

    on third reread my mind's ear is now hearing it in a John Cooper Clark stylee


  5. Played. Really, well played.


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