where corruption were not so commonplace
Londons streets aren’t paved with gold
escaping for a life that’s bleak and cold
A place they kill the poor, the weak, the old
Insurgence of a friendly ghoul
trust your vote to a cretinous foe
things would never ever be the same
if blue blood boiling weren’t in the vein
Trust no one with a thumping hand
the kind that falls but never lands
a politicians spew of drunken lips
Look for the stain of piss on zips
rise up from deep then trust your wit
be of strong heart look out of a pit
darkening the rim then pouring shit.
Upon you heads the blood stealing nits
Never again control your soul
Eradication of money
a freedom we will know
end of greed a capitalist creed
end of hatred from the people we bleed
feed the hungry abolish the greed
give the world the love it needs
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