The Culture of Are

The culture of Are

Government, trade, and media, controlled

By corporations funding war;

Services, infrastructure sold,

Majority populations poor,

Waves of asylum seekers flood

The minds of the readers of racist crud,

Populist views of refugees,

Spew from the maws of Labour MPs.

What’s the fucking point in voting now?

All we get is corporation greed,

Nourished by the things that people need,

Traded for weapons by pigs in power,

While the poor celebrate St George’s day;

The hooligan culture of Are holds sway.

Underfunded dwellers, deflected implore,

“This is Are country, this is Are land”,

Reformers say there’s a two tier law;

The wilfully stupid don’t understand:

Fascists propagate, spread hate, manipulate,

Blame and make claims of when things were great,

Back when the capitalists were cruel

Workhouses full, poor orphans ate gruel,

Grew up to face machine gunfire;

And the decedents of the returned,

Remembered, then forgot the lesson learned,

Pledged allegiance to yet another liar:

“This is Are country”, patriots say;

“Three cheers for Nigel, HIP HIP HOORAY!”

Could this be the end of which Jim sang?

The doors of deception are open wide;

Does the human race deserve a big bang,

For letting corporations override

The expert advice on climate change,

And the probability of nukes long range,

Fired by an angry bearer of the brunt

Of a trade-war, instigated by a cunt?

I know there’s no God but that don’t stop

Me praying for a mass-epiphany

Whereupon eight billion people see,

This planet is run by a very closed shop

Of elitists living in ivory towers:

Get educated, make the future OURS!

Open your minds before it’s too late;

Reality doesn’t care, and won’t wait.