We still inhabit a corrupt kingdom:
Ruled by third - rate hucksters, hollow men and
Bejewelled fossils: where the weather is dull.
It is baffling to me why so few understand
The way England's class system works.
False consciousness seems to prevail.
The media propagate lies, and irk
Those among us, who wish for a marked change
In the bloated scheme of things. The rich gloat,
Whilst the poor are forced to visit food banks.
Platinum Jubilee? Thanks, but no thanks!
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