The heavy hand of the long arm, a pinch away from Dredd,
cast a blind eye toward the baby rapes, “the law” and crime in bed.
As the masses cheer in their circuses, minitrue warp reality.
Is this what your forefathers fought and died for? Is this democracy?
A thin blue line was crossed today.
Remember, remember our last hooray.
God save! God save our Tommy!
Slowly, slowly like a frog bein’ boiled, laws change by hook or crook,
no-one seems to be paying attention, to nanny State’s jackboot.
Now plain and obvious to the blindest man, the soulless upper crust.
A breach of the peace sparks a civil war, dry powder and God we trust.
To the Quislings and appeasers,
to you traitors and false Caesars:
You’ve sown the seeds.
Let contempt breed.
Now reap the whirlwind you deserve:
no mercy, no quarter from we serfs.
White tax mules breaking their brittle backs, ripe for the knacker’s yard,
they’ve turned our young men into soy boys, our daughters raped ard scarred.
The po-lice armed and dangerous, won’t bite the hand that feeds.
But justice is ours and bulletproof, it’s time for the streets to bleed.
©28.5.2018 Andrew Robert Chapman