Land of dope and stories.

Land of dope and stories.

The world is far too busy for the likes of us

Society is leaving us behind.

The train has left the station we missed it long ago.

The pathway that was laid over many years, now too overgrown to find.

 Once upon a time this whole wide world was ours

A world that seemed without limits or a border.

Our lives as we knew them were only ours  to keep, tailor made to fit the new world order.

Now everyone’s holding a webinar in the hope that someone will hire us

But we don’t want to meet with you personally for fear of catching the virus.

You don’t need a personality as long as you’re using an app. 

Kids leave schools illiterate, society gone to ……….dust !

The modern world just makes me want to scream, instead I’m told to follow the instructions on the screen.

Never asked to ponder or to question.

Money breeds corruption, cash too tight to mention 

Not to look for reasons or for rhyme.

Time my friend is money, and money lost is merely time.

Our only aspiration is the fastest German car.without a second though for who or how other people are.

Those who break the law remain unpunished. 

Frozen processed foods leave our children undernourished.

Politicians open to a bribe?

Rich men in the banquet, others wait outside 

 Bureaucracy the cape that sycophants love to hold

Giving them protection from those they put out in the cold

Lots of things I fail to understand, in modern Britain, our green and pleasant land. 

We awake each day embattled in the strife. 

This pleasant land our descendant paid for with his life.

Compassion. Love and sympathy are banned. 

Our land of dope and stories, our green and pleasant land.