Little England

Scrapped cars

A Town full of scars

Drunks fighting in bars

Nobody is looking up at the stars

Homeless folk

Trying not to choke

Everything is broke

Were an unfunny joke

Our Rivers full of pollution

Our government has no solution

Other than back handed collusion

And a belief in delusion

Our elderly are abandoned to fate

The newspapers are full of hate

The rich have locked the gate

We’ll probably awake when it’s far too late

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