A shackled press
An economy in distress
Yet they say there’s no mess
They quote, “Don’t bite the hand that feeds”
Even when our pocket bleeds
They insist they’ve met our needs
This land is free
Wait… not free, for a fee
They want our “unquestioning” loyalty
History books have been changed
Insecure works of the deranged
Our children, shortchanged!
We ban artists
But keep sexist Czarists
In our Parliament they exist..
Voiceless against violence
Helpless against rising vice and public nuisance
Cowered into acceptance by Little Napoleons
Have we lost all sense
In this quicksand of nonsense
We’re stuck deep but still we keep up the "fine" pretense…
~ Sharon D. @ 02 June 2012
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Love this! Bravo! Clap clap! Well said! ;D
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