What a modern world
Imagine born to be king
Or even first born queen
Which remains to be seen
Hereditary male no longer applies
Whatever the royal stork brings
From up in the skies.
So twenty first century modern
Next in line to the throne
Could actually be, wait for it, a girl!
Oh so modern, give it a whirl.
Meanwhile…back in the real world
There’s not enough jobs for you to find work
Treated like a leper as you shirk
Victorian workhouses a thing of the past
But reliant on foodbanks you’re forced to fast
Cap in hand for your beans on toast
Only in your dreams is there a Sunday roast.
In human decency we are lacking
When bread and beans the poor are blagging.
It all stems from right to buy
Gone is a council house until you die
Contrary to their myth
We don’t all want to own
Struggling for life
With a mortgage millstone
Slave like existence
Worked to the bone
And now you can’t even stay
Where you are
Thanks to some faceless
Bedroom tax tsar
One shoebox too many
Less benefits today
Unless you bugger off
And move away.
Ethnic cleansing by another name
The end result is still the same
Proud working class people
Forced to give up hope
Only way out…
Is a length of rope.
Out of sight, out of mind
Bedroom tax won’t touch their kind.
Let’s get some cheap plonk to celebrate
There’s a silver spooned royal brat
On the way for Wills and Kate!
Dulwich Poet 19th July 2013
(There’s a Royal baby, a new heir to the throne, due any day. Much speculation in the media that the parents want the child to be brought up like ordinary people. Meanwhile poor people are actually committing suicide due to the cuts put in place by the Conservative/Liberal Democrat coalition government. )
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