This is it. This is how they do it.
This is it. This is what they’ve done.
Breaking our National spirit, breaking our loved ones.
This is it. Tearing away our very fabric.
This it it. Breaking our institutions one by one.
NHS on its knees. Education crippled from now on.
This it it. Their coffers full of our money.
This is it. Begging on the streets more common.
Blaming us for their failings. Partying while we die alone.
This is it. So many just don’t care.
This is it. This is fascism in its full form.
This is it. The silent class war on our people.
This is it. This is what they want.
Civil unrest and the public in-fighting.
Hate and fear to prosper from now on.
You really don’t think so? You really think I’m overreacting?
Soon you’ll know poverty.
Soon you’ll know fear for what’s coming.
Soon you’ll know sorrow for what’s gone.
The World is quickly changing
As old standards disappear.
There is suffering in the country
But nobody wants to hear.
Once we faced the World
Not quite on our own
The people of our Empire
Stopping us from being alone.
The plucky little island
That took up the fight
Almost defeated by an
Enemy’s military might.
The little boats of Dunkirk,
That indomitable fleet,
Saved a military rout
From being a total defeat.
Battered, bruised, unbroken
We survived to carry on
Regrouping to fight until
The enemy was gone.
Our proud little nation
Fought above its weight
Strong and firm against
Forces of terror and hate.
Where down the line did we
Turn into compliant donkeys
Willing to be led by thieving
Calculating cruel monkeys.
We should now be
All writhing in shame
For betraying those that died
Fighting in Freedom’s name.
I suppose we can only hope
There will in time come the time
We will make them pay for
The Sins of Class War Crime.
As they talk of breaking treaties
Abuse and insults being hurled,
Our nation’s prestige drops and we
Become laughing stock of the world.