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Alienation
I am a stranger in an alien land, Always searching for eternal youth, Controlled by an aristocracy with Little time for honesty and truth. The food banks are booming Hardly a state of joy and glory As the world prepares to celebrate That age old Nativity Story. A season of conspicuous Consumption, A time of reflection and celebration Or a time of struggles to survive for A growing proportion of our nation. Being black, unemployed or sick Nowadays the modern day sin As the homeless sleep rough and Scavenge from the waste food bin. The privileged will celebrate The Holy Virgin Birth And turn a blind eye to The fast warming earth The sick will die untreated in The growing A and E queue Only the thickness of a payslip Stops that being me or you. All over this rich nation The comfortable will give thanks And turn a seasonal blind eye To queues at the food banks. The Sovereign from the palace Will give the annual address Closely watched and monitored By the billionaire owned free press. The Sally Army Christmas, kitchen Will feed some of the masses And so another year of repression, With false bonhomie, slowly passes. I become more and more an alien In this my own native born land My world has changed completely To one I can no longer understand.
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