Power
happy cowboys with an agenda to spoil
Rude,
selfish, bureaucratic arses,
Waiting
to take you past the boil
What
right do you have to treat me like this,
Who
are you to say I can't do that
My
name is spelt like that for a reason,
Heaven
forbid I answer you back
Friendly
country, away with the rules,
Insult
the west, but borrow their tools
The
past is gone, move on with tomorrow,
Corruption,
back-handers, all leading to sorrow
The
surface looks good, with suits, cars and smiles,
Underneath
the homeless search rubbish in piles
Many
concealing to just make a buck,
The
truth is, society just don't give a ….
Copyright
© Ian Boyd 2002
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