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'' They Fiddle While The World Burns ''
While the worlds politicians,
Are on their peace missions,
Their accommodation must be five star,
This is to ensure they get adequate provisions,
You mustn't think it's bizarre.
It costs billions of pounds,
To do the rounds,
Which includes of course first class travel,
To talk peace they require fancy surrounds?
Or the truth they will never unravel?
To achieve their aims,
They play intricate games,
As they try to outdo one another,
As both parties engage in outrageous claims,
The truth is the enemy they smother.
While the people are dying,
Negotiators are lying,
Progress is but a fantasy ideal,
In the interim there are innocents crying,
No one asks them how they feel.
While politicians chatter,
The bullets splatter,
As millions of people lie dead,
The fact remains they don't really matter,
As long as they're being well fed.
It defies belief,
But there's no relief,
Talking peace is but a waste of good time,
All politicians do is cause the world grief,
Their inaction should be classed as a crime.
It is a fact,
They never act,
They're like comedians doing their turns,
The truth is they should all be sacked,
' They Fiddle While The World Burns '
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`` They Fiddle While The World Burns ``
`` They Fiddle While The World Burns ``
