Let that; what was obvious,
fill screen and page again,
from uninspired commissioners,
comes recycled pain,
we know they had a soiree,
and not a conference,
thus, their jingle mingles,
dulls our confidence,
then he escapes the light,
without an apology,
with so-called honours list,
such warped psychology,
but remember, they are there,
because of ticks we wrote,
if to act like this; is law,
perhaps we shouldn’t vote,
as hand in hand, they laugh,
not reflecting any thoughts,
where questions are unanswered,
as they can’t be found in courts,
thus, Scotland Yard, I drink a pledge,
a fine force to be cherished,
you keep the wealthy, healthy,
and ignore impoverished,
and in such woeful crying,
we search of who to blame,
we think that we are changing,
but we are all the same,
and with pious tone,
we dare to be profound,
how can purity; give birth,
from beings who burn the ground,
so, wake up, and look around,
stop thinking you’re the victim,
with our base humilities,
we’ve created such a system,
we vote them in, they break the rules,
the vicious circle, we shape,
what’s the meaning of life? You ask,
well, it’s to create some more red tape.