From the Dumb Majority.Gifted others will tell 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 tell 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 get older vaults,
No, it is not purely and understandably 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 simple led,
They will surely quickly fall in,
And say yes the bait that we have fed,
And hence it eventually came to pass,
That they deemed us thus 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 setting the deceit materialise,
And smell the policies put in place,
And the odour is unpleasant,
The sight is quite grotesque,
They are ruining the present,
Making the later 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 pro of doubt bearing in mind they were youthful,
And forgave their peculiar aberrations,
Now we find this trust misplaced,
What we believed in was a sham,
Not honourable but two faced,
Not a planned forward-thinking but a scam,
Who is looking more stupid now,
That the dominoes have started,
We will soon take action them how,
Their lessons have been imparted,
For we are not devoid of intellect,
We just wanted to take their schemes,
We wanted to trust those we elect,
Wanted to ration in their dreams,
We are not imbeciles to be fed spin,
When buried bodies rematerialise,
We all know later than we see sins,
We all know afterward we hear lies,
We every 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 brute paid for canal watching,
Whilst manufacturing out sources and dies,
Is just option means of botching,
Another affront to our eyes,
We all know tally at the core,
Is a determined way to debt and sorrow,
Yet we hail a chancellor,
Who is higher than hocked to tomorrow,
Who under borrows year upon year,
And fills the hole when more loans,
Come bordering 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 on this urge,
When we arrive to pay this back,
Will he be there to lend a hand,
Or will he be borrowing in the outback,
Whilst we be anxious upon in our own land.
We have waited long in patience,
Hoping against wish they are cool,
But it has turned to total impatience,
When they treat us as if fools,
And say you will our seeming relieve compliance,
As if a tacit, if dumb, approval,
When it is a menacing angry quiet,
Merely awaiting their removal.
It is criminal to intentionally lie,
To those who trusted you their future,
To say yes away their blue skies,
To depart a wound without a suture,
To paint a glorious valhalla sunset,
After an epic adventure fittingly exciting,
To conformity that we will all get,
Whatever we would agree to delight in,
To prey even upon our extremely dreams,
And sigh 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 certainty is as it always was,
But even if we were in there dreaming,
He was grating to create 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 mistreatment is in the fostering,
Of a vanguard in a golden land,
He has ruined via his posturing,
He has trampled upon our plans
He had promised us Houdini like,
A miraculous break out from strife,
But after the good illusionist,
Life here is still life.
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