Dem-acrostic.

First they came for the culture,

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.

The Devil Doesn't Exist If He Can't See Himself.

"I wonder who you think you are. You must damn well think you're god or summat. God gives life. God taketh it away. Not you. I think you are the Devil hiself"

Forget not forgive.
Death and let live.
Turn the other eye.
Don't photograph their cheeks.

Your Yorkshire Ripper,
Yorkshire Terrier.
Just a misbehaving dog.
An attention seeking hog.

It's just Immoral Panic.
Just Illogical thought.
Five Immortal words,
'Save the judgement for court.'

Bloodlust breeds blood.
Bodycounts add up.
Hindley's Huntley's mum.
Shipman Sutcliffe's son.

So see no evil.
So hear no evil.
So speak no evil.
Then another fucked up soul.
Won't kill to live forever.

"Not punish less, rise the pain
Sterilise rapists, all I preach is extinction
Give them the respect they deserve"