Very soon
the middling sort
Will rise
against your arrogance
As we have
done before:
Your fifth
form economics,
Your
bike-shed sniggering at the poor,
Your
gradgrind education,
Founded on
some mystic lore.
You believe
your own ill-found
Stupidities.
And now there’s more;
You want to
break the very things
We’ve worked
a life-time for.
Poke the British
lion and you
Will hear a muted
British roar,
But be
careful if you rouse the beast
Better scramble
for the door
Be thankful
we don’t bite off the heads
Of traitors
any more.
1 comment:
Well said!
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