It beggars belief little lord on a cloud,
All the lies and deceit like it is allowed,
Molly coddled murderers wrapped in a shroud,
Put on a pedestal they make us proud.

I guess it's a joke but it's lacking humour,
Callous disregard and it grows like a tumour,
Deadheaded buds will never be bloomers,
Head out of sorts they'll send you to the groomers.

You are a worker so work till you bleed,
This country is driven by unbidden greed,
People are dying there are People in need,
Politicians only take it's their mouths that they feed.

We're falling to pieces we're down on our knees,
We'll sit outside parliament while we all freeze,

We won't let you forget because the people remember,

The day a homeless full time worker died of hypothermia outside of Parliament In December.