Poem about cuts

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Rachel Reeves

Rachel Reeves

I think it be better 

If Rachel leaves 

Before the axe in her hand swings 

Into the psyche of the nation 

Into the disabled who have taken and taken 

All the stick and all the blame 

For the state of the country again and again 

Forget Brexit forget the Tories 

It’s all our fault for being poorly 

Keir Starmer pensioner harmer 

Here comes Keir flamethrower in hand 

To torch all the sick people in the land 

And force them into poverty 

Cold mould and misery 

To save the flailing economy 

Will someone please bring Keir here 

So I can whisper in his ear 

That taking money off the sick 

Means they can’t afford to buy sh*t

Which puts the economy in a worse position 

Oh Keir why don’t you bloody listen? 

A labour government you are not 

In fact I think I’ve had my lot 

The anger I hear is palpable 

And only you are culpable 

You don’t care about the the vulnerable 

But you may care next election 

When on mass you all lose your seats 

Because we don’t have enough to eat 

Bread and circus taken away 

But yet we fight another day 

To kick you and your cronies out 

We the people scream and shout 

We will not take anymore! 

The rhetoric from parliament and the lords 

We will stand together as one 

Until our righteous job is done 

To rid the country of blue and red Tories 

I hope one day to write my story 

Of how we won the battle of wills 

Against a government full of shills 

And maybe one day in this life or the next 

Reeves and Starmer will know how it feels.