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As the people remain but distracted
The late spring sunshine is refracted
Through a prism of truth
Any fact too uncouth
Is unfortunately just redacted

If the good bits are wiped by black ink
Still the clear unmistakable stink
Of corruption and greed
In the place of real need
Leave the people not sure what to think

I can tell them: it's that revolution
Is alive for our weak constitution
We cannot rinse the taint
Of a smear rich not faint
If we won't ditch the lady from Luton

Perhaps harsh to pick out just one's guilt
Against all we had better off tilt
It's the system they wail
Fraid to state whence they hail
But there's no doubt the gloom is all built

Even my guy was wise to the take
He learnt well all the ways to forsake
He spent 200 pounds
On a camera, that sounds
Like he took more than his share of cake

So we either get rid or sustain them
Tempting though it may be just to brain them
My vote says kick them out
Even as they may shout
That's it's really unfair so to blame them.