The Rape of the British Nation

The Rape of the British Nation

Political rapist are on the prowl

Raping the nation of its NHS

As sick Richard Branson

And his Virgin crew

Rip out its guts

For a billion

Or two…..

Fascist  Con Men from Parliament Square

Are raping the nation for all they are worth

As the spawn of Thatcher, this despicable mare

Shouts out her orders to vile MP millionaires

“Fuck em and rape em, I don’t fucking care”

As they turn back the clock

To the distant dark past

Of Dickensian Britain

Of poor under class…..

But a murmur is heard that ripples down this land

As the people rise up and shout out to  make a stand

Against these bastard freaks from Parliament

Who treat us as sheep, herding us like cattle

The sick and the poor, the homeless and weak

Robbing us of money, they pocket and keep….

Now is the time for us  to rise up and say

Enough is enough of your evil ways

We will hunt you down and kick your arse

For  we are proud and British working class

We fought the wars for your  upper crust

Now we are turning on YOU

And trample YOU into the  dust

Raping all the loot

You stole from US….

Peter Wicks