The British Have Soured

 

 

          Have you lost touch old bean?

Or pondering the security to place law

Upon law to reaffirm laws –

Till blue in the face ‘we’ cannot breathe;

     You wrap up a world that is done!

 

UK angered is laughing stock now –

With microphones in lampposts and

Eavesdropping towns,

How downed do you require us

                                                To be?

 

          I once wore a uniform,

Swore the Oath of Alliegence as

Proud a young man I was,

     But murder is what became

Of the men dropping dead while

You’re covering it up,

The murder sanctioned in secrecy

By Ministers, owning the companies

You keep secret in wealth.

 

          And UK gutter press speaks

Of African Premiers as no more than buffoon,

Entertaining the thugs kept ignorant

Through no fault of their own,

     So the insults fly and none

Seem to grasp, Her Majesty owning

The Star on her head,

And what of the insult upon insult

Of the Emerald Isle, does it matter

If we lose the lads – again through no

Fault of their own?

         

               They served in faith –

Now roasted and accused,

For the policies created keeping

Urbanites dead, and you’re keeping

Tabs on your riches while Gold

In the Jewellery shops……still,

As an insult keeps the African enslaved,

Just who are insulted in England

Scotland,   Wales and The World?

 

               I once wore a uniform just like you!

Upheld the crown while my life was stole,

Now I’m sad for the next batch you’ve bastardised

Who’ll  in turn lose their life,

                                    And I suppose you

Think your funny buying people………

………when people like Pinter uphold the

Ethics you’re trying to cleanse,

You’re not Sitting Bull,

You’re not the power of legends

You’ll just never,

Aspire or comprehend.

 

               You’re conjuring tricks

And spitting in intellects – face,

Then you’ll claim as ten men

With rifles surrounding I wife and Child,

That problem of rebellion is me.

 

               When your power has

Dissolved what little – people have left,

You’ll still insincerely claim with

Falsely a grin and egg on your face;

     ‘He, has a problem with authority!’

 

               But while you mould the conformist

To all that is this,

Butcher all intellect,

When power you have corrupts

Absolutely what little heart that you have,

Then the people will see;

The only problem with authority,

                                                    Is You!

 

 

Michael J Waite 13^th July 2011.