I wrote a poem.
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Made in England
Hedge Fund Managers basing their bonuses on the huge profits gained
while betting the Market will go the wrong way, as a country crumbles!
Casino for the Bolton boys who play God with us all. The stakes
are too high but the country will pay.
The children are hanging in England today.
We, their elders have betrayed our young. Stripped them
of their sanity and civil liberties while watching 'em worship the pound.
Splashing in waves of constant paranoia, our children
are busy swimming in blood from their knives of Respect!
Placing CCTV on every street corner, like ribbed condoms
"Made for our pleasure" so the Government would say.
Thank you to our Leaders for creating the UK.
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Only an African heart can save us now!
---
Made in England
Hedge Fund Managers basing their bonuses on the huge profits gained
while betting the Market will go the wrong way, as a country crumbles!
Casino for the Bolton boys who play God with us all. The stakes
are too high but the country will pay.
The children are hanging in England today.
We, their elders have betrayed our young. Stripped them
of their sanity and civil liberties while watching 'em worship the pound.
Splashing in waves of constant paranoia, our children
are busy swimming in blood from their knives of Respect!
Placing CCTV on every street corner, like ribbed condoms
"Made for our pleasure" so the Government would say.
Thank you to our Leaders for creating the UK.
---
Only an African heart can save us now!
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