On the map of the world are countries
Which vary from huge to quite small;
Of the smallest of these, there is England
You can hardly see it at all.
Though the country itself is quite tiny
The people who live there think not;
Well, they believe they are bigger than others
Even though we all know this is rot.
Now Engerland once was all feudal
With royalty, lords and the rich
Ruling over the peasants and poorest
Which the people all thought was a bitch.
So in time, the people of England
Gave their country a bit of correction.
Instead of the royals & gentry
The people would rule by election.
This worked for a while in old England
When people all turned up to vote
But those who became politicians
Acquired a bad case of bloat.
Then the day came when people stopped voting
‘There’s no difference between them’, they said.
They line their own pockets with riches
And become neo-gentry instead.
Alas, so it was for old England
That they voted for gentry who lied
And for five years they suffered the fallout
And thousands of poor people died.
Along came the time for elections.
‘Vote for us’, said the gentry again,
And their pals in the meeja joined with them
Till it became but a single refrain.
And the party t’was meant for the people?
It kept most of the wealth for the banks.
“Well, that can fuck off” said its members,
Departing the party in ranks.
‘There’s still nothing to choose from’ repeated,
But, lo, did a green shoot arrive
That truly worked for the people
Upsetting the gentry’s ‘highfive’.
Policies Greens offered people, were
All the things we wanted and more
‘If we voted Green’ said some voters
‘We could show the gentry the door’.
Together, main meeja fell silent.
They didn’t want voters to twig
That the Green Party offered the people
A scupper to Westminster’s gig.
The gentry were vexed and then frightened.
They planned to escape with their loot
Should England’s poor vote for the people
And give neo-gentry the boot.
The end of this story’s unwritten.
The poor haven’t voted as yet
So we don’t know who wins and who loses
Or how England’s sail will be set.
One thing is for sure and for certain.
If we want to get ‘new’ gentry’s goat,
There’s no other choice in the matter!
We will have to get out there and VOTE!
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