they kill poets

  THEY KILL POETS DON’T THEY

The economic crisis is businesses folding
The pound fell down and silver's gonna use gold for bog roll.
The only solution of course is
to pool all resources

Oil won't last forever

and so much is flowing through back door deals by mobster governments through proxy wars of the same old players
To Russia with love co-signed by the Clintons for the Sultans commission
Not to cast aspersions
The joke was on you
and the punchline encrypted in spread sheets reducing your ID to data

The Syrian immigration propaganda was synchronised
as 52 percent brexiters closed the door
Now this ain't way back when
and nobody'll put up with the nazis shit bid like thatchers brits did
There'd be enough resilience to start a civil war
that nobody would win
The fuzz and the military would be called in
since young minds have been groomed for 20 years on call of duty's impulsive warfare cast inside retinas
so there'll be more armchair revolutionaries 
and less pushover foot soldiers
Just a few groups and storm troops
History not repeating itself
but us repeating history
somewhat ridiculously

Look ( said the prime minister Cameron yet again before the little piggy quit
then Boris little shit number 2 jumps ship like he'd just spunked in his hand and ran to the toilet cause he didn't now what to do with it
Then the third little shit quits ukip still pretending not to be a white nationalist
His slippery git move proving a catheter for his application as U.S ambassador
None of them displaying leadership
Trumped up little Oxford/Etonian shits circumventing the renaissance of fascism as fashion for the duplicitous piss on us whipping boys

of right wing demagogues
Awareness is teaching vigilance not to stray
cause some cunt will have your freedoms away
whilst of all things
reducing our minds to a kind of clipped wings

Yo it's ok to think I'm a conspiracy freak and I should subscribe to wiki leaks
The writing's on the wall
Some of us read out loud
That's all
Where banks fund think tanks and truth is contrary
and telling it is revolutionary anathema to politricks 

Nobody chose to write verse like some unregistered journalists
Poetry chose us
and maybe that’s just the cliche we'll say on judgement day
since
from Kunthee to
Federico Garcia
to Pablo Neruda
to Maxwell Bodenheim
to the victims of Stalin and Muhammad
they kill poets
don't they