Poetic-Verses
'' Their Own Needs They'll Serve ''
I'm not impressed,
By the gift of living,
It leaves me distressed,
We are so unforgiving.
We the masses,
Ruled by the few,
Called the lower classes,
It's us they subdue.
The so called toff,
Our voice they smother,
By playing us off,
Against one another.
To Benefits Britain,
Our outrage shines bright,
To believe what they've written,
We know isn't right.
Yes, fraud is wrong,
But the rich fiddle Trillions,
Yet we join their throng,
Against those who steal millions.
While each other we slag,
They find it amusing,
They're all on the blag,
Yet ourselves we're abusing.
The reason they've got wealth?
Is all down to us,
As they rob us by stealth,
We don't make a fuss.
Their lives of leisure,
Yes it's we who pay,
Our money's their pleasure,
Yet we don't have a say.
It's a ploy of the rich,
To pass the buck,
While we're in the ditch,
They still dive and duck.
By haranguing the poor,
Their guise they preserve,
But you can be sure,
' Their Own Needs They'll Serve '
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`` Their Own Needs They`ll Serve ``
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