by
Gareth Pengwerin
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1. I sat enthralled to see the sight - The hurly-burly and the spite That pass for honourable parliament; The bedlam, ire and noxious bile That issue from that chamber vile Where sits our mighty government. |
2. To think we chose th’unruly crew To steer our nation - makes me spew This elected base autocracy. For such display of manners crass Would ne’er be brooked in school or class Where seethes puerile discourtesy . |
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3. In calmer hours when hangs the deep Of night and all are fast asleep, Sit th’illustrious members still. There two or three drone to the rest - The twenty-one with heads on chest Who doze throughout the private bill. |
4. Is this the host who muddle on, Take ill decisions while they pawn The assets of our nation great; And plunder middle England’s wealth (The taxes freely giv’n) by stealth And subterfuge of thieving State? |
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5. And all the while the poor remain A downcast brood scarce worth a name, While rich are seen to bloom and flower. It counts as little what the swing To Labour, Lib or Tory wing, 'The Government' remains The Power! |
6. The British people aye must be Bereft of true democracy, Till full accountability In Westminster be brought to bear On all th’elect who claim to care Yet waive responsibility. |
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7. Will e’er the dream be realised When bold Guy Fawkes is canonized To sate each avid anarchist? Will e’er be seen the glorious sight - Each parliamentary parasite Hung by the neck - they’d ne’er be missed? |
8. Lay trust in the veracity
Of Tory party strategy And set those with professional bent To direct Britain’s destiny - A team with true proficiency. Let’s privatise The Government! |