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"This Was Never Our England"

"This was never our England"          
Your final words to me          
as you said goodbye.          
I pondered these words      
for many moments        
and in my conclusion        
i have no choice but to agree.        
         
I remember when we      
used to watch TV,          
How the people of this nation          
would trample the invisible treadmill          
that powers the country.          
forced to knit tapestry          
displaying a endless          
calligraphy of scars.          
         
We took a final breath          
as the vortex of uselessness          
sucked us both in          
and spat us both out          
beyond our own private          
field of dreams.          
These dreams were being harvested          
by reapers sharpening          
there scythes          
lost in forensic hunger          
as they moved in for the kill.          
         
Pick up thy canister          
and prepare to douse,          
lets burn these foundations          
as no fucker can afford a house.          
We try to smile,          
as we tried to shine          
but its cold and bleak          
standing in that unemployment line.          
The hope of work          
just plain unrealistic          
we are just another mark          
on a governments sheet          
of endless statistics.          
         
There were no apology's          
no compromises          
the shit hits the fan          
as the crime rate rises.          
police find there hands cuffed          
stripped of there numbers          
Madness grips the population          
as our government hides in bunkers.          
         
So Is this what the future holds?          
riot gear and Kevlar          
the poor eat Tesco value pasta          
while the rich eat Cavour.          
         
This is "our" England!!!          
         
But it was never meant to be like this          
are hopes and dreams          
sold and taxed          
are throats held and squeezed in          
its infinite grasp.          
Both legs caught in sinking sands          
your final words ring true          
"This was never are England"
Written by zenithquasar77 (Marcus cooke)
Published | Edited 16th May 2013
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