With the stench of death,
As day-to day life
One round of uncertainty,
Many hanging by a thread
Others dying in penury.
A tory vote
Gives power to the oppressors,
Involuntary servitude
Permeates the air,
They don't feel your pain
You are a mere statistic.
Today's predicament
Is yesterdays corollary,
Based on a premise
Of deceit and lies,
No intention to deliver
No standards to uphold.
Forcing financial violence
Upon desperate people,
Expected to remain submissive
Under sociopathic tendency,
Increasingly endangering society
With poverty and inequality.
The tables need turning
The faceless to be seen,
Open the floodgates
Of sense and reason,
To overcome the barriers
Of a cruel depraved regime.
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