They start bickering,
Whilst playing war games,
Saying whose rocket is bigger,
I’m not saying any names,
Not really caring about us,
But controlling all of our lives,
Eating two dinners in their second homes,
Whilst the real hero’s live in dives,
Posh private school,
Paid for by your mummy and dad,
Think you’re in with the working class,
Cos you watched a bit of breaking bad,
You punish the weak and the ill,
For being weak and ill,
But as long as the rich vote for you,
You don’t give a damn how we feel,
I’m not anti-government
We need leaders, That’s for sure,
But your self-worshiping muttering,
Is now becoming a bore,
I don’t want to fight you,
I’m not that way inclined,
But you need to see it from our point of view,
Just from time to time,
I’m the voice of only one man,
But a whole nation roars
Remember being in charge of this great country,
Is an honour not a chore,
So, when you next talk to your nation,
Don’t spew faecal,
Cos we are the powerhouse supporting you,
WE ARE THE PEOPLE!!


Wrote on 20/11/2021 (Not Proofread)