Unelected, blue feathered vultures,
Condeming us to dock and dole,
Keen on the regime of reversing roles.
Third person Tory genocide,
Hypocritic oath - How rich?! - They decide:
"It's tough times for everybody
(Save the caviar please Jeeves, more classic hegemony)"
Castrating the few avenues,
Of complaint, we're left with no truth to choose,
Now where do I get radicalised?
Down beneath the 'Big Society' sign?
Exceptions reverse the rules, or try,
Mowed down by tanks towing the party line.
Now disaffection's the plague, the flood,
Above all, beside all, there will be blood.
Third person Tory genocide,
Ignored by the ignorant, patronised.
Only power exists to prolong itself, to protect those few.
Now the poor have come for you.
