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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"
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"
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