Work makes you free.

 
They are kicking cripples down the stairs,
pocking the blind in the eye,
I wonder why?
 
The rich bankers nearly destroyed the future
and the poor disabled are being blamed,
put to the iron and the flame.
 
A bureaucratic nightmare,
numbers are tattooed on the arm,
dying in droves,
those gentle people,
singing in the groves.
 
Once the workhouse locked you up for life,
packing spoons for a packet of fags,
now we are to be mocked,
undone and nettle socked.
 
It will cost you dear,
spreading death with much fear,
they also vote,
those who sit and wait,
pick up your pen, don't hesitate.
 
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