A State Unfair

The chattering class
An Orwellian deceit
To give voice to our pain
Have we no shame?

When you anger them
With your honesty
You know you’re getting it right
Whether you’re getting through

Or not
Will be told in time
Will be seen by action
Not those words

We repeat
Over on a vinyl catch in the ridge
A loop of the tape
A fugue of horror

A cold sweat
That releases no poisons
That lances no boils
That lessens no pain

Those who live through this
Those who report

Those fighting for freedom
For safety
For justice
Live in limbo

A state unfair
Fighting to save these lives
Taken by men
Taken by a world

Not fit for purpose
A world by design
Serving only one master
No-one else

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