ramblings and things
In a state of modern warfare
Do the combatants realise
Just a split second decides
Who will live, and who dies.
If the survivor is British
He can never safely walk away
Free of fear of prosecution
On some future day.
From their monied safety
Legal parasites comb the law
To find dubious ways to make
Even more and more
They scream human rights
For those who never will
Consider those same rights
Of those they maim and kill.
Like our political masters,
Who are so very good
At fighting to the last drop
Of somebody else's blood,
They've manage to
Legitimise the way
Of don't do as I do
Just do as I say.
All part of a system
That is so very lax
At chasing those
Avoiding tax
At the same time
Clamping down
On those who live in
So called Benefits Town.
In modern Britain
Justice can be bought
And it's mainly the poor
Who are pursued and caught.
For the poor
War never ends,
Politicians protect
Their rich friends,
And the British soldier
In the end
Is punished by a system
That he fought to defend,
And the legal warriors
Sleep well at nights
Growing ever more rich
From Human rights.
Human Rights