Shipping sardines to Sarawak. I see no industry but can hear the buzzing of the Captains in decline, the sign reads, work in progress I guess that sign is old. No one told me that the rich would rule the land while bands of beggars roam with hands outstretched, I guess I would have thought that sounded too far fetched,like some fairy tale being played out in a studio,like three goats gruff being stuffed into the pot and the troll got all the sauce, of course we must be satisfied by crumbs that fall from fat men and their fatter waistlines but their were times when all this wasnt so. Equality you know was not a dream although it seems so now,the fatted calf was carved up long ago and served by servants to the masters,greedy bastards. Now the factories have gone,heavy industry that once shone British might and steelworks blinding in the night have disappeared,our future has been mortgaged and our unborn sons are deep in debt,for this we get a bill each year and each year we owe more and more,the door is shut,tomorrow if it comes will find each one of us picking up more and more breadcrumbs which once we fed to garden birds and no words that could be written down or said aloud can make of me an English man feel proud of that. Can any one of you please put a penny in this old mans hat? The captains very deftly have packed their trunks and theyve all left me in the ruins of today,no job,no pay,tomorrow came and I found out to late that tomorrow is today.
Posted on: Thu, 13 Mar 2014 07:15:01 +0000
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