Poverty incineration porn.

 
A pop star says 150 have been burnt beyond recognition,
in the tower block cremation centre;
nobody is at fault,
their will be no Live Aid.
 
The people complained again and again,
it would happen;

nothing was done.
 
The media, stuck like a rabbit in the headlights,
keep raking over the ashes,
time marches on.
 
This failed government,
have kicked it into the long grass;
another Hillsborough.
 
The fire people have done their level best,
noble as if the East End had been blitzed,
even though they have been cut to the bone;
and the best of us donate time and clothes and food,
which pile up like bin bags outside a charity shop.
 
Thousands of rich, empty, fire proof flats lie empty,
the socialist leader hugs the people,
the nasty party are to frightened of the anger.
 
The free National Health Service,
steps up to the plate, as always;
virgin keeps away.
 
How many times?
this unspeakable crime.
 
The tower block was being clad,
so the rich could have a better view;
you couldn't invent it.
 
Google,amazon,twitter,facebook and uber,
will contribute nothing;
the newly disabled,
will be put put through a work capability test.
 
A baby was thrown thrown from the ninth floor,
someone caught it.
 
We need a revolution,
or a new government;

a lone woman holds a picture of her missing daughter.

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