This Little World of England
Strange how we accept the lies.
Strange how we ignore the cries.
It’s strange watching fascists claim their pride for soldiers who died fighting for what they now justify.
It’s strange how we allow the lessons learned in our hard fought history to be snubbed for what the elitists ‘earn’?
Strange how we live our lives, ignoring the plight of our people as long as ‘us’ and ‘ours’ , ‘me’ and ‘mine’ can survive.
It’s strange what we’ve become. Accepting lies and deceit as the word of rule. Accepting the needless loss of so many lives and watching the destruction of our greatest institution before our eyes.
We will be remembered as the generations of life who were fooled, who were weak, who were broken by Tory lies.
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