Nothing changes in
This conservative nation:
Wars, Royal traditions,
Class systems & the BBC;
Endless talk about
The weather & politics
& sports & culture;
The ever widening gaps
Between rich & poor;
Empty suits & talking heads
With posh voices,
& vain press conferences;
Brexit bores boasting;
Discussions about poppies
& flags...blah, blah, blah;
Constant propaganda, fuelled
By new media,
And the old Establishment.
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