Under the Fog of Brexit
Under the fog of Brexit the country falls to bits;
Ravaged, destroyed and smitten by the Tory shits.
Death by a million cuts in unending austerity
As lack of investment destroys our industry.
Creeping privatisation bleeding cash to their chums
Leaving ordinary folks feeding off the crumbs.
Food banks, soup kitchens, so many sleeping rough.
Down on our knees – the country’s had enough!
The schools are losing teachers
Hospitals can’t find a nurse.
Ten years of cuts and nastiness
Has made the matter worse.
Crime waves and knifings
Are all taking their toll.
Tens of thousands of police
Chucked over the wall.
The courts are all in chaos
The prisons in a mess.
Youth services shut down
Gangs don’t care less.
Under the fog of Brexit the country’s suffering.
Tory louts and ideologist are free to do their thing.
Cutting here, cutting there and tax cuts for the rich.
Swigging champagne and heading for the ditch.
Under the fog of Brexit they get away with murder.
With callous ineptitude that send us all to Purdah.
These arrogant Tories have never had it so good.
They’re robbing us all blind just like I knew they would.
Under the fog of Brexit!
Opher – 1.2.2019