Land of my fathers

Scourge of my genes

that  flows in my veins

the blood of my fore fathers

of centuries  past

bare witness to England

the land of my breed

this septic land

of beggars and thieves....

From the whipping posts

of 1694 in the dudgeons

in Bedlam, the Clink

for the insane

my genes have been there

bare witnessed my name...

‘Twas back with

King Henry in 1532

They boiled my ancestors

my own kith and kin

for paying no taxes

on Henry’s evil whim....

But this land

of my fathers

like Bedlam of old

still manacles and shackles

and throws you in Clink....

For their god called money

quicker than an eyelid blink

 for  this Sceptred Isle

is putrid and stinks

for Poll tax evasion

they put you in clink.....

Now the banks went bust

But who pays the bills?

That the wealthy do

 pinch and steal...

Tis us who will pay

For the deeds that

They’ve done

The Land of my fathers

Called the upper class

SCUM......

Peter  Wicks