Troubles in ToryLand
What it must feel like to be in government
To appeal to people
That we might be elected
Elected
With a dagger stashed in the small of our back
How easy to play the card of our common interests
That the foreign foe needs a common front
That we would be the best to deal the death blow
The blow
That they never knew was coming back
We boast amongst ourselves at the bar
That we are colourblind
That what we do to one, we do to another
Another
Never mind that they are our own people that now lie in the gutter.
We are the people that laugh and joke
Our glasses filled with corporate glamour
Our bellies with the sufferings of those others
Others
Whose voices will never be heard.
Shafeesthoughts
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