An insular world

The elite must keep

A system of government

By establishment freaks

Their rule is total

They make the law

For us fools to keep

But rules are different

For the ruling elite

It’s another world

In Parliament Square

Solicitors and Barristers

The great and the good

Stand there in Parliament

Where Oliver once stood

Do as we say, not as we do

A message from Parliament

Passed down to you

The spirit of Cromell

Jumps from his grave

To FREE his beloved people

These cretins enslaved

He cuts off the fingers

With his ghostly sword

Of MPs and Ministers

With hands in the pie

Who steal vast fortunes?

Belonging to you and I

“It must be this way”

You can hear them cry

As Oliver goes on cutting

Greasy thieving Fingers

From the Nations Pie

                                                       Peter Wicks