Friday, 24 February 2012

Our Blood Runs Red

A poem I wrote last year inspired by the unfortunate political situation we find ourselves in.

Laissez faire
Is that synonymous with I don't care?
The mantra of I'm alright jack and lady muck,
for people who really don't give a fuck, about others. 

Cameron's concern is protecting big business to hell with the poor,
removing state intervention so the rich get more.
Policies to make London a playground for the wealthy to have fun,
designed to get rid of the poor, the immigrants the northern scum
Widen the north south divide send them back where they belong,
he'll probably erect a wall a hundred miles long.
People gasped when they put up the wall in Berlin,
but capped housing benefit and 80% of market value for council rent is where it will begin.
Geographical social eugenics it's plain to see,
using the cuts to justify tory policy. 

He has no concern for the greater good,
just his political legacy and doing as Thatcher would.
Is he Thatchers love child, or Rosemary's baby?
A tinpot robot product of the Iron Lady.
I'd say there was a lump of coal where there should be a heart,
but an office stapler seems a more fitting part.

Slowly dismantling public services and the NHS,
cutting staff and performance targets to make it a mess.
In the end people will cry out for an alternative solution,
and he can swoop in with his privatization resolution.

Allowing the bankers to have their bonuses just rubs salt in the cuts,
while we struggle to get by and out of our financial ruts.
No concept of life for the masses,
the daily struggle for basics for the working classes.

And where's the diversity in government the representation,
the men at the top represent about 5% of the nation.
The educated, rich with opportunities and choice, 
the protected, connected the ones with a voice.

Everyone has choice the tories would say,
but what little girl would choose to grow up to be a prostitute one day.
Choices are limited by things beyond our control,
people are affected by self fulfilling prophecy and what society says is their role.
We're heading down a scary path,
where striving for a fair society will be a thing of the past.

Cameron says "fairness is giving people what they deserve, and what they deserve is based on how they behave".
based on that analogy you really don't deserve to be Prime Minister Dave.
A former member of the Bullingdon club, 
where money means there's no consequence for behaving like a thug.
Good behavior being defined by the powerful as they dictate,
yet they preach to stand for democracy and less intervention from the state.

And how can he dare to say he likes the Smiths,
when everything he stands for is the antitheses.
Morrissey's song Margaret on the Guillotine should have made their views on politics clear,
Dave probably didn't do his research and just said it to further his career.
Widen his appeal like his hug a hoodie, vote blue go green disgrace,
I don't know how he did those campaigns and kept a straight face. 
"Stop saying you like the Smiths, I forbid you" Johnny Marr tweeted,
since then Cameron's love for the band has not been repeated.

As my 94 year old nana said, don't be fooled they don't care about you,
our blood runs red their blood runs blue.

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