POW! POW! POW!
When POW! came to parliament.
It killed the bourgeois intent
MP’s and QC’s are lying on their back
But the kettle’s MC’s chat,
It’s the pot’s turn to be black.
POW! POW! POW!
The alarm has been sounded
And the cavalry has rounded.
Batons and gasses harassing the masses
Your executive decision,
Is to rule over ashes.
POW! POW! POW!
So London Town is burning down.
And ruled by a paper crown.
You spare some change for a world that is changing
But come back tomorrow,
And you’ll still be paying.
POW! POW! POW!
These spin doctors, rich doctors
Truth-locksmith witch doctors
Are synthesising spies and lies
To close your eyes to
Conjury and perjury,
The order of the day.
Liars and cowards
Leading the way
Spreading infliction
Circulating fiction
And propagating the addiction.
So, POW! - what do you all know about you?
POW! - you are ruled by who?
POW! – let me give you a clue.
Power rests in you.
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When POW! Came To Parliament
PoetryWhat happens post-Arabian spring? If you don't know what POW is search youtube for lethal bizzle. (I'm sure you'll get by without it if you cba) Let me know what you think. NH