Open scripts for evicted lines
Penned by fates with avid eyes
The rich have prospects
That the poor provide.
Gasps of air
Escaping their lungs, where’s the ventilators?
They have been sent to be
Hung
Death knocks on the door, and we open fearfully.
We set out the flowers, the casket, hymns.
A poetic sob
When did death become expensive?
Vacant bibles line our shelves
Unseen riddles confusing ourselves
Art, perceived as a joyous humour
Cutting out the mainstreams toxic tumour
We watch the comedies, tragedies, love affairs
Beating up ourselves, give way for the billionaire!
Brainwashed into a deluded present
Clapping at the show, applauding us peasants.
We all talk to the green-eyed man, glory.
To destroy or repair the land
Pulling our hair out
Strand by strand
Pennies, diamonds feathers and floats
Notes, from all over the globe fall into laps of white knights,
Laughing at the ones who trade with
Goats.
We wear the emperor’s uniform
Feels as if it’s tagged, ready to conform.
I once thought the spirit danced in the truth,
But I now see it’s hidden behind plastic youth
There’s far too much to say what’s wrong.
So, when one man sings, the women sing along
All hyped up in a fuck’n’pop band
Their rights, diminished, turning into sand.
The children of today and borrowed & bruised,
Their insides now, turning black and blue
Blades and daggers to protect themselves with
Youth they say, Ought’ to give em’ a clue.
Hungry mouths cry,
Mothers, fathers, cousins and friends, they do their best to try
Foodbanks are their only saviour
The paupers been sent to do hard labour
They wonder why people find happiness in a little pill
Escapism, this place strips them of their will
White snow on the bottom of a nose
Pounding at the door at number ten, that door will forever be closed
Outnumbered, isolated and denied
Beaten for the complexion on their face, the government takes it all in their stride
Hideaways, luxury, sunbathing on the deck
While we pay for it, our tax feeding your god complex
I route for overrule, protest and anarchy
We do apologise bourgeoise, for it is so unmannerly
Politicians are humans, the same as us
But with power comes great responsibly, remember Liz Trust?
Jumped ship as soon as it got hard
If the nurse down the street did that, she would get barred
No one takes accountability for nothing
While the people at war, you created, are sent home in a coffin.
The carers, the doctors, our beloved nurses
To be overworked, underpaid and carried out in hearses
Because I don’t think you care, I really don’t think you do
Imagine if it was your son, daughter, imagine if it was you.
Sickening screams for patients lying in the hallway
Deafening cry’s, staff just don’t think there’s a way
A way to carry on, a reason to live
Prime minster we’re begging, do you have nothing to give?
Why do I have to pay for an education to fuel your economy?
Please Mr speaker, the children just want autonomy
A chance to studied art, music, dance
Not to be put in an office, a rat race, give us a chance
I know what I’m speaking is only a fraction with what is actually wrong
But for a nation to be this fucked up, how can I feel like I belong?
I don’t believe in your empire, your nation, your trust
How dare you criticise the poor, you’ve left us in the dust
Cabinet, are we broken china for your collection?
You’re the ones who are supposed to help us, give us protection
Leader of the opposition, I want to say thank you
You see our lives, you take a different view
Protest but we ain’t see progress
Women being shamed with what they do with their body, a scandal in the press
Being led like lambs to the slaughter
Kids dying, gasping for just a sip of water
Our sea’s are rising, mountain’s crumble
The people say told you so, the bankers grumble
How do you have the cheek to charge people for prescriptions?
They can’ find a reason, hidden behind metaphorical encryptions.
Coming up to people’s yards
Seeing if they are really in poverty, showing us your obviously in charge
Shooting the shots, making the calls
I bet you lot feel mighty, right big and tall
Scum, that’s what I’ve always said
For the people they say, yet blindly led
It’s not their fault, they just listen thinking it’s the truth
Blaming it on the innocent foreign workers, blame it on the youth
If you would like to smile as the pictures say
The children normally do, once every summers day.
In and out of the old barren floors,
This society digs deep
Sinking it’s claws.
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