The groans abound these sceptic isles,

Little sign of laughter or gaping smiles,

For government has long since spent,

The funds from taxing even what is Lent,

Statesmen like they may portray,

Albeit visually,

For who but the Village fool, would sell utilities to a foreign crew,

Now that cunning wolf scratches at the doors,

Even though he was beaten in two world wars,

Putting on the financial squeeze, to force us onto bended knees,

A third war looms intellectually driven,

While the ears of Westminster aren't willing to listen.

(c)PL 2008 Murky Pool Publishing