The Plebs
They don’t understand! They seem to not care! They should be so grateful that we’re even there!
So what if we make mistakes here and there, now and again. So what if they die, so what if they cry! Inequality needs maintenance which we wholeheartedly try to defend!
The poor cannot be allowed to live like the rich. The poor have to pay for our yacht, our wine, our parties and then crawl in their ditch.
Politics is now a free cash machine. But only for the ‘privately educated’ if you know what I mean!
They’ll just have to suffer and take the blame. They’ll just have to live like Dickensian peasants all over again.
England is ruled by greed and greed is what we’re here to feed. They’ll spend the next twenty five years paying for our lies. But who cares, their lives are as worthless as flies.
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2022
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