In this not so green and pleasant land those entering is out of hand. For others emigrations is on the rise thinking abroad is a better prize. Less tax and a better way to survive here it's pointless to strive!
Born in a country you get little support bled dry trapped we're caught. Rapid rise in prices of domestic fuel bills more taking the pills. The lifetime of working has been a waste your money gets misplaced!
Taxes are getting out of hand raising revenue nothing improves we feel blue. Where does the cash go we're not in the remit squandered this they wouldn't admit! What's the facts is our money being misused no more can politicians be excused!
Debt is the main topic on all the news wires we need honesty not all the liars! Are we not easy targets for the lone frauds thinking we are serfs to the lords. Always those ready to cash in on the poor compounding their misery even more!
The Foureyed Poet.
People feel the grass is greener in another country. But is this really true? Is it in fact worse? The Foureyed Poet.