Pigs Poem by john mcleish

Pigs



What e'er power, it may be
a'ways ends up the same
aristocrats, wallow like pigs
spending oor taxes, on caviar and champagne

These filthy traitor dogs
sell oor country, doon the drain
we' one hand steal oor profits
we' the other, point their finger, and blame

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