Country is f**ked
Britain’s breaking while they argue loud,
Borders chaos, leaders lost in crowds.
Money flying, services dead,
Cuts hit the poor while they nod their heads.
No plan, no spine, just scripted lies,
Divide the streets so the truth can hide.
This ain’t hate — it’s fury at power,
A country sold off hour by hour.
Burnley
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