The Righteous

Parasites called government, make up the rules.

Plead it’s an error, of judgement than greed.

Finally the true colour, the shade dark as night.

Corrupt are our leaders, no knights to save us.

What has become, of our British state.

Ashamed to know ministers, there hand in the trough.

The greedy little snouts, all oozing with stuff.

Righteous and believable, the smiles are the masked.

Greedy little ministers, not creditable at all.

Ministers now mocked, by the people who chose

As grubby little toffs, with there hands in the trough.

We owe you no loyalty, we owe no grace

Ashamed to have voted for you, disappointment immense.