1984

when i was young i read abook
i though it was a fantasy
but then one day i woke up
to a governement of tories
brave words spoken about a big society
bold words about the NHS
we are all in this together
but as with all the talk
it is some more than others
the 15th C baronet
says the dole cheats are fraudsters
the light of day they never see
but quite merrily he will increase their fold
with necessary redundancy
how i wish i could hunt in the shires
and eat my fill with the squires
in the knowledge that in a city
some poor soul starves to death
but what do i care not my problem
only the strong shall survive
i say glibly on top of the pile.
how easy it is too talk a tough game
when you dont suffer
how easy it easy to talk about morals
when they are for other people
you know what is best for me
or so you tell me
but if you had your way you would cull me annually
the great culling of the working class
but you do that any way
even if only metaphorically
your message is clear to me
kill the poor
maintain the status quo