The Third World Country Called England

UKIP you've got it wrong

Are you Rascist or fascist strong

Make it clear what your about

Use clean politics and remove the doubt

A third world country is what we will be 

Come out of the European Market

Then you will see

A simple case of  democracy

Stupid and blind the voter can be

Blame immigration and foreign friends

Spread maliciousness

where does it end?

are you prepared for GM crop 

Scientifically, DNAtely twisted

Disaster waits with the ticking of a clock

think it through very carefully
an open trade with European policy
Friends with many countries; could we
learn from the past and right wing history
fascism comes at a deathly cost
a third world country is where we will be

Working longer hours for a meagre fee.

Looking beneath the gilded edge

The future of our people left in the hands of our race
Merely dictatory fascist media, spreading news of a white hope
Telling stories of another new pope, asking how are we gonna cope
Blaming the blacks, indians,polish, Jews for all of our bad news
The country in poor equity, unemployed are a drain on society
Disabilities are inabilities, say those with high deity
Saddened by the press allowed to confuse the mess
Governments are the culprits, selling off councils stock of houses
Treating the lower class with contempt, like diseased mouses
Shutting down industry, shipbuilders, mines, aerospace and cars
Where's all the money gone, in a rocket to mars ?
Upperclass trash that's what they are,
A damn fool nation that believe all they read, living on credit in order to feed
Concerned in a country living a fate, not asking questions, never irate
Keep blaming the meek but its the politicians they must seek
Corruption in every chamber, parliaments the danger
Making money the ultimate power, thieving within the law
After all what's all that power for
Tramping us down in another corrupt game
Believe what you believe, now that's the real shame.

Seasoned

'twas the season of gold where all men grow old and trees lose their leaves in a day
woods do sound weary with damp at their feet, creaking and groaning till may
The wild wind doth blow with a hail to and fro while the sun sets away in a glow
Thunder and lightening attacking and frightening the branches fall off in a sway
Hedgehogs bed down into a slumber with a collection of grubs by their side
All kinds of animals tucked in for the winter, away in the forests they hide
Winter comes along to close another year, tis sad for all when it ends
though we melt away all the bad times with a drink in a glass and a friend

Lame

Trophies, Medals, Winners enclosure
Gold Cup, Cheltenham, Aintree races of splendour

were the last things that entered my mind while I was making my way through this
delicious beefburger.

A heart that cares

I'm not Jesus Christ
no I cannot forgive sin
I can't do anything
about the state we are in
Neither can I feed the poor
Or stop the bloodshed from the war
I cannot answer all the prayers
The mess that you find yourself in when no one cares
Least of all, I cannot heal the sick
or stop you drowning very quick
I only have a heart that cares
eyes to see your heartfelt thoughts
Ears to listen and judge you not
a prayer to mention you to god
to do all the things that I cannot.

Fight People

fight for those who suffer
those torn apart by war
Worn down by the urge to survive
Struggling to keep out
the vicious wolves
Who keep knocking at the door

Saddened by the righteous
Right yet always wrong
It's not the strong that need your prayer
the weak cannot carry on
Had enough of living
Ready to give up on life
Nothing appears to go right for them
Not daughters, sons or wives.

The harder people work
the less they can afford
government keep on rising tax
blaming them for being poor
a drain on society
for not being dealt a hand
If not only the sorrow
Had lots of wealth
We all could feed the poor
If everyone reversed the trend
and give them what the bloody hell for!!

Paying now

Sheriff of Nottingham philosophy
Steal from the poor, give to the rich
Stop your whining you voted for them
Thought you'd be better off!!
Imagined yourself a Toff
Well your working class
There is no middle
Just those with money and those without
No point moaning, not even shout
Get it right next time, vote the right out