Junkies & beggars proliferate in plagued streets.
Poor families have to feed their kids from food banks.
While the rich still feed like swine from golden troughs.
Austerity for the many; tax cuts for some,
In a callous land where elite Tory boys rule.
Is it the 51st state of the U.S.A?
Pointless paperwork to keep teachers and nurses in line;
While hospitals and schools remain underfunded.
The vain establishment papers over the cracks;
while a dwindling few try hard to expose the truth.
Some want to resurrect old, imperial ghosts;
While others just want to make it to the next day.
Some are 'Little Englanders': their false consciousness masked
By tales of former glories and lots of flag waving.
Modern Britain: it's a complete hell hole for most.
Better get out quick before the whole place subsides!
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