Don't Tell Us
Don’t tell us cuts must be made
While blatantly your class is paid
Ten or twenty times average pay
Giving truth to the fat cat cliché.
Don’t deign to lecture us on thrift
While you produce a seismic shift
In the very fabric of our social lives
Gutting our welfare with your knives.
Don’t state you’re not trying to sell
Our welfare state to your own cartel
Of plutocrats and merchant bankers
Or, as seen by us corrupted wankers.
Don’t tell us there’s no other way
For us to keep the wolves at bay
Filth that makes you want to squirm
Cameron and his Bullingdon firm.
Don’t tell us we’re in this together
Your sleazy words aren’t so clever
For you to perpetrate your crime
And catch us wanting every time.
Don’t think that you’ve got the right
To impose destruction without a fight
It’ll be our turn soon to revenge our loss
By Sweeping clean your Coalition dross.