Guy Fawkes had it right
destroying that system, regime
the higher elite running a world
against the desires, hopes, wishes
of those who placed them into that position
a true betrayal of an ink stained promise
unable to regain that wasted ballot
even worse still the English poision
The house Of Lords
non elected parrasites
appointed by breeding or wealth
to oversee a country
which despises their existence
remember remember
the call to November
the failings and betrayal
of goverments and lords
and hope for justice
that soon they all will fall
and the people of a country
will celebrate it all
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