The News

The news

The oranges hang on trees like toys
The catholic priest says forget that boys like boys

The next door neighbour was an Irish man
The Scottish leaders had a whole new plan

The sea has drowned some of the English land
They can’t find sand bags big enough to make a damn

All the people are taking their banners in their hands
As it seems that capitalism doesn’t really work except for the rich old man…………………………….

The world keeps turning round …………round………….round………round
The people keep on sinking down……..down…………down……….down

There are people who won’t eat today
What bloody hell is there left to say
But I’m going to bloody say it and say it every bloody day
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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