The country is ******
No need to stand on ceremony,
eloquency can take a backseat,
because the country is
F. U. C. K-ed.
The innocence of your youth yells,
as it is mashed between the ****** gritty, fingers of reality.
The faces that entertained the nation,
now assess success by how many kids they've touched,
rather than how many lives.
Parasitic politicians nesting on their mother,
'de-mock-racy',
mocking the masses
with two digits raised,
pass it of as a V.
For victory.
But wash away the Crocodile smiles,
and it stands for something a little less inspiring.
Violence?
Victimizing?
Misers of moneyless citizens,
sitting in,
a generation of tiny Tims,
because the oligarchy hordes,
the power and our sense.
The problem is we allow it.
Yeah the country is ******
But so are we...
"Yeah but what can we do?"
Well...
Now you're asking the right questions...