Truth Is All An Act In Government Exposed
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written in truth exactly how i see today
One small little country which houses
one of the highest paid governments
in this modern world joke ran upside down
A big part of our life existing reality
when the backbone is gone snakes appear with light surely
we spend working for slave masters who get rich of our toils quickly
Paying us poor wages beneath worth middle men
when fat cats do little honesty whips out
fairness in the way of work very shy who cares
Because of what the banks done bonuses where paid
to them that destroyed the building of our country
highly qualified tradesmen left on the street
Without a shred of pity unemployment has risen
all our young have left to foreign lands few have returned
tens of thousands I mean addressing it truthfully
Unemployment has not changed hidden secrets spill beans
there is few jobs in our county facts on the streets speak
job seekers they call us now with branding irons
Builders can build this country to glory again
yet now we are classed of little worth sent out to sweep streets
picking up the rubbish where we belong former taxpayers
Corruption when you feel the sadness of truth
involved in the structure of thousands of homes
hotels petrol stations even the construction of prisons
Now we are worthless on the streets of our own land
at a time we were the highest taxpayers of this state
we now pick up the bankers tab and effects from Europe's deal
Honesty has a funny way of drawing pictures
lucky our state does not protect innocent people anymore
without evidence I was arrested on German hear say
My family suffered seeing what I was going through
long gone is the days of our state justice
not one person of the state said sorry when I won my case
Held in chains this is my truth If my country would of stood
up for me as there was no evidence to support such claims
In my battle kept down made me smarter opening my eyes
Claiming higher ground class beggars bowl out
hands on now I am a builder one noble profession
hard working people like us stand the test of time
Paddies we built the cities a legacy stands in concrete
handed down from our forefathers trades
hard working men and women of Erin
Sons and daughters worked the green land over
for centuries we have been raped and plundered
cruelty our sovereignty has been stolen away from us
State owed by the people oil under our soil talk of gold
enough gas to heat our little island sold out shame
with out the consent of its citizens power of attorney give
Setting wages to suit elite bodies opens the eyes closed
non profitable businesses paid by taxpayers government
Unfair grounds bared selling rights away trail of tears
Keeping people at the lower end scales silver justice
slaves unto the organ grinders note forced correct term
There goal is so undemocratic politically set falsehood lies
Forced down so they will not rise the poor struggle
uneducated fools behind veils we see Holy smoke
Minimum wage a complete and utter joke
Unlivable as prices soar out of control insurance rockets
for toughest jobs beneath suits employed struggling
be realistic we receive a pension at seventy respect
I cannot stop laughing at stupidity when it strikes a funny key
bones aching approaching middle age life's labour exposed
wore done from years of sweat even blood dripped
Joke of the century double standards stop for a moment
hiding away with your secret pacts undisclosed truths reveal
for the workers vote government bodies take note think
Should be the same all around lead by example set down
we fought against slavery once before our forefathers
freedom and civil rights for the working class to speak
Middle class has almost been deleted from society
as monies are less and the work load doubled
for peanuts a third of the value meaning work until death
Logic rents in cities increase backwards peddling rotten apples
as the vice like grips society happiness is rare and beautiful
Long hours less holidays in most cases very true
Homeless has risen to an all time high
hospitals people are dying on trolleys fact
even cutting funding to the disabled beneath par
Grants are cut in the arts field to virtually nothing
roads are in disrepair in dark wet nights dangerous
without cats eyes a safety risk to motorists meeting
Motor tax is daylight robbery only new cars have little tax
hitting those less well off playing the game
property tax laugh a minute after paying tax on materials
Now water tax another con to control natural energy
our seas are being plundered as quotas are enforced
by Europe on our seas controlled without out consent
Do we bend over as a people backwards as our riches are stolen
do we know or learn any lessons from past tense democracy
taxes make it better for our children they say
Long gone are the days people trading from their toils
organic healthy food sold in small shops from local farmers market
past tense fresh milk in a bottle was always beautiful to drink
Even milk is not the same as they fill it now with substitutes
no such thing as fresh eggs in the supermarkets or meat
everything has been sold to big co operatives
My granny told the same story struggling away back
our country is going backwards in time controlling food
people have lost the meaning of life
Poisonous goods sold in shops Gmos
next it will be steroid filled meat nothing healthy anymore
even farms have shut down emigration so many young gone
Why a country is beginning to cut the elderly
leaving it cold a cruel blow in truth for those now retired
They believed the lies but i don't
Now seeing so many of the straws that breaks a camels back
looking through the needle eye of greed no remorse
instead we struggle on in our every day hardships right
Copyright © Liam Mcdaid | Year Posted 2016
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