The sick
The disabled
The elderly
The young
Are to be
Punished
The scourge
Has begun.
Labour government
That once
Proudly stood
For the weak
The vunerable
The ill the poor
Benefit cuts
Death to follow.
Work sets you free
Chillingly echoes
Same voice
Same philospholy
In real terms
Disguised
Behind stastistics
Economic lies.
Austerity doesnt work
History repeats
Premature deaths
Suicides creep
Upward and outward
Throughout this isle
Its not what they voted for
Bodies they pile.