Bombs Before Oor Bairns
...And I'm pleading with the powers, yeah the ones who love their state. Where its profits before the marginalised in this strata'd play of fate.
And I'm screaming at the mongers, selling a malingerers parade. Where its bombs before "oor" bairns in this warhorsed "social" state.
First past the Post... Equities of disease..
Living wage infractions..
Become this bourgeois wet dream...
Carnivorous cancers...
Form Vito's of class.
Still the price of a pound...
See's who's first and fears who's last…
Copyright © Ian Black | Year Posted 2021
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