The System Broke
Row after row of terraced houses
a thousand storys all with the same ending.
Clocking in clocking out
new born babys crying
old men dying.
Red letter days and no way to pay
this is the reality in england today.
Mininum wages ,maxium effort
bosses that drive brand new mercedes
politicians paid 3 times our wages
apathy rules, stuck in front of the tele
whats happening on love island
means more to the masses
as suicide rates go higher and higher.
Words and the speeches do not matter
when your elected representives
think they know better.
Keir Hardy and Bevan
would wonder whats happened
to this england.
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