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I'd like to charge, the government. With crimes, against humanity. Giving M.B.E's, to hairdresser's. Only goes, to prove, their vanity. Elderly man evicted. Reeked of, mental health. Makes me fkin sick, cos they have, so much wealth. Always pointing fingers. Blood dripping, from their hands. yet giving, tax relief, to appease, their Tory fans. They have no, understanding, of what benefit, equates. As we conserve, energy. they increase, fuel rates? They talk of, unemployment, like its a, personal choice. Jumping to, conclusions. As though we, have no voice. They've, no desire, for shelters. No funding, for rehabs. No interest, in soup kitchen's. Or people, dressed in rags. DO NOT be a pawn in their, game of chess. DO NOT fall, for the lies, that they suggest. Destroying their, own people. welfare reforms. Yet writing every, penny down, on expenditure, allowance forms. Don't they know, its wrong? state paying, for second homes. When those, supporting families, survive on, payday loans. Humbled, working people, queuing at, food banks I wonder, what goes on, amongst the, Tory ranks? The truth, of austerity. 11 % bonus, increase. The injustice, of it all, destroys, my inner peace. It's obvious, their strategy, to conquer, by divide. lining their, own pockets, before they, run and hide (c) mandy rigby 09/01/2014
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May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 2:46 PM UTC
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I'd like to charge, the government. With crimes, against humanity. Giving M.B.E's, to hairdresser's. Only goes, to prove, their vanity. Elderly man evicted. Reeked of, mental health. Makes me fkin sick, cos they have, so much wealth. Always pointing fingers. Blood dripping, from their hands. yet giving, tax relief, to appease, their Tory fans. They have no, understanding, of what benefit, equates. As we conserve, energy. they increase, fuel rates? They talk of, unemployment, like its a, personal choice. Jumping to, conclusions. As though we, have no voice. They've, no desire, for shelters. No funding, for rehabs. No interest, in soup kitchen's. Or people, dressed in rags. DO NOT be a pawn in their, game of chess. DO NOT fall, for the lies, that they suggest. Destroying their, own people. welfare reforms. Yet writing every, penny down, on expenditure, allowance forms. Don't they know, its wrong? state paying, for second homes. When those, supporting families, survive on, payday loans. Humbled, working people, queuing at, food banks I wonder, what goes on, amongst the, Tory ranks? The truth, of austerity. 11 % bonus, increase. The injustice, of it all, destroys, my inner peace. It's obvious, their strategy, to conquer, by divide. lining their, own pockets, before they, run and hide (c) mandy rigby 09/01/2014
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May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 2:46 PM UTC
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