From the Dumb Majority.Gifted others will say the nation,And annotate the slippery specifics,Of the lying, deceit and fabrication,Half hidden in statistical hieroglyphics,The stark fact is that here...
From the Dumb Majority.
Gifted others will say the nation,
And annotate the slippery specifics,
Of the lying, deceit and fabrication,
Half hidden in statistical hieroglyphics,
The stark fact is that here instead
Of it creature difficult to find the faults,
They are incessantly raising their heads,
Those not tucked away in era vaults,
No, it is not purely and suitably lies,
Or the incompetence that has occurred,
It is more the assumption we are dumb,
And simple, too brainless for words,
We will say them some glib fairy tale,
That would not even fool a troll,
And dress it every up, have it regale,
Like some burlesque talking doll,
And they will swallow it every in,
For they are gullible and easy led,
They will surely speedily drop in,
And say yes the bait that we have fed,
And as a result it eventually came to pass,
That they deemed us consequently enthralled,
So overcome by their Quatermass,
That they could tell us whatever at all.
But now surprise, we hear your lies,
But now shock, we look your face,
We can quality the deceit materialise,
And smell the policies put in place,
And the odour is unpleasant,
The sight is quite grotesque,
They are defilement the present,
Making the forward-looking Kafkaesque,
For lo, we see, we hear, we smell,
We touch, and yes we taste,
But amazingly we think as well,
And perceive we believed in haste,
We trusted those who should be truthful,
Accepted their promises and explanations,
Gave lead of doubt following they were youthful,
And forgave their odd aberrations,
Now we locate this trust misplaced,
What we believed in was a sham,
Not honourable but two faced,
Not a planned well ahead but a scam,
Who is looking more stupid now,
That the dominoes have started,
We will soon be active them how,
Their lessons have been imparted,
For we are not devoid of intellect,
We just wanted to take on their schemes,
We wanted to trust those we elect,
Wanted to part in their dreams,
We are not imbeciles to be fed spin,
When buried bodies rematerialise,
We every know past we see sins,
We all know once we hear lies,
We all know that waste is waste,
Know borrowing has a payback day,
Know now that lying bare faced,
Is the theme of His third way,
Know mammal paid for canal watching,
Whilst manufacturing out sources and dies,
Is just other means of botching,
Another affront to our eyes,
We all know story at the core,
Is a distinct mannerism to debt and sorrow,
Yet we approbation a chancellor,
Who is over hocked to tomorrow,
Who under borrows year upon year,
And fills the hole next more loans,
Come next year he will have no fear,
But we will lose our homes,
For funding his economy on tick,
In a headlong lemming surge,
He is counting on this trick,
He is feeding upon this urge,
When we come to pay this back,
Will he be there to lend a hand,
Or will he be borrowing in the outback,
Whilst we strive upon in our own land.
We have waited long in patience,
Hoping adjoining wish they are cool,
But it has turned to truth impatience,
When they treat us as if fools,
And resign yourself to our seeming put to rest compliance,
As if a tacit, if dumb, approval,
When it is a menacing mad quiet,
Merely awaiting their removal.
It is criminal to with intent lie,
To those who trusted you their future,
To agree to away their blue skies,
To depart a wound without a suture,
To paint a glorious valhalla sunset,
After an epic adventure as a result exciting,
To contract that we will all get,
Whatever we would believe delight in,
To prey even on our very dreams,
And whisper they can be fulfilled,
Telling us to trust in what it seems,
To partake in what is billed,
And weave a talismanic illusion,
Wrapped in candy floss by elves,
Which has now slipped into confusion,
As we slowly realised ourselves,
That the realism is as it always was,
But even though we were in there dreaming,
He was frustrating to make Himself a God,
He was lying and He was scheming,
Thankfully now we are awakening,
Whilst He is into disintegration,
We will have to attempt to rebuild,
What He has left us of our nation,
The hurl abuse is in the fostering,
Of a superior in a golden land,
He has ruined via his posturing,
He has trampled upon our plans
He had promised us Houdini like,
A miraculous run away from strife,
But after the good illusionist,
Life here is nevertheless life.
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