Politicians, they'll always just do what they do,
Pals behind closed doors, most don't have a clue,
Segregation, it's planned to be them, us and you,
Remember lockdown, prepared for round 2?
For those fully false promises I don't vote,
Energy bill rises, inside you wear a thick coat,
Immigration, single men helped on a big boat.
Order out of chaos is their only absolute motto,
To escape their plans you'd better win the Lotto.
Attacks are happening sporadically nationwide,
A push for digital ID, where will the mark reside?
Fabians, Freemasons, fucked up and fractured,
How long until English lands are fully raptured?
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Offline) - Published: October 8th, 2025 04:33
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Comments1
Cynical and practical this poem speaks of a world where might makes right and the powerful rule. Looking for a better day. Nicely worded
Thank you, I hope the better day comes soon.
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