Rat Pack.

  

         So the UK's king of sleaze bags Bojo, is being forcibly pushed, screaming his innocence, towards the back exit of the farce theatre, and we are supposed to feel relief. Of course this eviction mob did not act on morality or integrity, but sensed a weakness, had the smell of blood in their nostrils and saw an opportunity for self gain. So, sadly what we are left with is a bunch of his previous loyal minions, all complicit in his reign of arrogance, sleaze and corruption, waving the flag of integrity. Then a group of this bag of snakes decide that each of them is the one to to take the throne in this theatre of farce and duplicity. Each one proclaiming they are the new Messiah to carry on this posh boys club of greed arrogance and corruption. While at the same time trying to convince us that they are doing this for our benefit. Those who fall for this thinly veiled hypocrisy, are naive in the extreme. Think back, history shows us that as these snakes shuffle for supremacy, there bank balance increases and child poverty grows, homelessness never disappears, poverty is ever scratching at most people's door. They bestow honours on each other and offer struggle and austerity to us, with the false promise that they have the plan to make us all comfortable, reality is what they offer is, comfortable living for them, pie in the sky for us.

      Ten arrogant individuals all extremely comfortable, all tainted by their complicity in the actions and defence of their previous Messiah, Bojo, now coming with smiles to hide their utter arrogance and disrespect for the lives of the majority. Why do we even listen to them, we know their track record, we know their background and we know or should know, we gain nothing from their actions, but shackle ourselves to a life of struggle. Let's change our ways, let's bring this whole stinking cesspool of arrogance, sleaze, duplicity and corruption down, let's think for ourselves, take control of our communities and our workplaces and make our own decisions that shape our lives, and shape society to see to the needs of all our people. We are many, they are few, they need us, we don't need them.

Without Us.

You, yes you in your Armani suit and Gucci watch,
don't judge me by the label on my shirt.
I've no need for labels,
my worth is etched on my face,
engraved on my hands.
I'm the power that tore roads through mountains
dragged logs across the earth.
Brick by brick
these hands built your "DESIRABLE RESIDENCE",
your "EXCLUSIVE RESTAURANTS".
My sister made you fancy suit.
What we create we can destroy
and recreate for ourselves.
Don't you know,
without us,
you stand cold, hungry, naked? 

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