It Is Not Greensleeves
Please remember this is England.
It’s not the many, it’s the few.
It’s not democracy anymore because you’ve given Carte blanch for us to screw you.
It’s not Greensleeves you hear over the meadow grass. We don’t create anything good - that time has passed.
We want all your money and we intend to take it all. We’re happy to see you suffer, to see you fall.
This is now England under Tory rule.
If you think we give a damn about your children’s future or your parents health then you’re bloody fools.
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