The Tories are a bunch of self serving prats.
Yet most media will not deign to tell you all that.
A multitude of pretty pennies, hidden away in deep pockets.
Which come out on occasion
to fund their bombs and their rockets.
Which in turn destroy the people
Who dare to speak against.
Society is more tolerant of you, when you sit dormant on a fence.
You're safer if you choose - not to cause a stir
Don't be causing a block In the cogs that whir and
grind the bones of those who really did matter.
Those who stood up and attempted to shatter.
The illusion of this capitalist success.
The impression that we aren't in a huge fucking mess.
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