do we not see what it is yet?
Of pounds being held out there
In the wrong hands.
Remember everyone as we are asked
To consider the downfalls and the shame
We are not guilty.
We didn't ask for it
It was fed to us
By our betters.
Snap goes my guillotine.
Don't chant to me with
Your snivelling.
You can all feck off!
It is time you bastards
Paid back.
All of you
Bankers...
Press
Politicos...
All the "accumulated"
How many the hands of deception ?
Poetry by jenks
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Thirty Million Pounds
There are dirty billillionsOf pounds being held out there
In the wrong hands.
Remember everyone as we are asked
To consider the downfalls and the shame
We are not guilty.
We didn't ask for it
It was fed to us
By our betters.
Snap goes my guillotine.
Don't chant to me with
Your snivelling.
You can all feck off!
It is time you bastards
Paid back.
All of you
Bankers...
Press
Politicos...
All the "accumulated"
How many the hands of deception ?
Poetry by jenks
Read 724 times
Written on 2012-07-04 at 02:47
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