Monday, 29 March 2021

poem 173

 

Five to one, one in five

Schools now a food bank sigh

while Tory* Oxbridge stands proud

and sings 

Your the fools

who were not born with daddys silver spoon 



Then hunger forced feeds you

While each tool 

that you use, we make blunt, each and everyone 

Then sing

your the fools

who were not born with daddys silver spoon 



While your child raged in hungers blows

here too teach a human 

to become a caged animal, is all that can grow 

Under this free sun 

a scream you will all become


Five to one, one in five

Five to one, one in five

Five to one, one in five


A child gets weaker

while the rich man drowns

in Champaign sounds

Trade your hours

for a couple of pounds 

They got the guns 

and so proud to kill the young 



*new labour 



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