Bedroom tax whilst big banks prosper
Nuclear weapons and pocket money
This country works for an elite monied few
Is that the best you think we can do?
You must have seen them;
The unemployed, the working poor, the foodbank posters
And still voted for the status quo
Is that what you think we’re worth?
The sheer I’m alright Jack-ness of it
Is making me sick and tired and sad
And I’m finding it hard to look my children in the eye today
Because now I know their future
And it’s dismal, disenfranchised and disappointing
And it didn’t have to be.
We’re about to find out what
Westminster really thinks of us
As if we didn’t already know
So I hope you feel your voice was heard
It will be decades before it’s truly heard once more