Farewell To May

Becoming the deserter I have left my mother’s land
This spring my merry England is a sad and sorry place
The strong and stable wooden heads that may have not well planned
Are bleeding dry resources and I think it’s a disgrace
That poverty and fear are used to splinter and divide
The hearts of oak of British folk so proud and so diverse
And once I thought my Britain great I had a sense of pride
But lately things are bad and they could possibly get worse
The National Health the safety net we call the welfare state
Dismantled for a profit cannot see how that is fair
I want to have things nationalised I know it’s not too late
A government for common folk and what we have we share
Election Day is looming and it’s time for us to say
Our labour starts in June and so we bid farewell to May


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