O to not be in England
Where the blinkered and belligerent, embrace their dismal fate
Where songs of hope and glory eclipse the awkward voices
And confrontational hobbledehoys fantasise about their choices
The choice to stay in England and watch it slowly shrink
The choice to worship leaders who’ll persuade you not to think
The choice to watch the crops unpicked and left to slowly rot
The choice to cheer the ‘have it all’ when you’re the ‘have it not’
The choice to be defrauded by the dodgy billionaires
The choice to be delusional and pretend you didn’t care
To thunder about your sovereignty and see it vanish in thin air
The illusions you thought to usher in, blown away upon a cloud
In England NOW!
O to not be in England with animosity on the rise
Where the populist fires up his base with an incessant string of lies
Where weasel shysters on the lash demonstrate their prances
Urging all to carry on and embrace their bogus chances
A chance to scream at refugees who knock on England’s door
A chance to shriek and fulminate we don’t want them anymore
A chance to bleat about snowflakes and so-called culture wars
A chance to carp about the woke and those who sew discord
A chance to spend your working life upon the minimum wage
A chance to applaud the government which raised the retirement age
When all you’ve got is debts and dross and some notion of posterity
But never daring to enquire about the promises of prosperity
All this has come to pass, quite clear, no doubt, somehow
In England NOW!
O to not be in England where corruption slowly seeps
Out from the heart of government while the homeland lies asleep
Where those elevated to high office are all charlatans and clowns
In a lame duck administration dragging us all relentlessly down
Where the lies of Brexit echo round an unwholesome void
And trade barriers and bureaucracy are all we have to show
Where levelling up is just a mantra for incessant repetition
And you can bet your very last tenner it will never see fruition
A society where trust in the establishment has but all evaporated
But they still rub their hands with glee at the easily placated
By vacuous babbling of delusions of a uniquegolden age
Some are willing to be hoodwinked and admire them anyway
In this land where the factor will never be labelled WOW
It's England NOW!