Poem: Same Black Boot

Communascists with a collective taste in footwear

It makes no difference if they're Fascist or Commie
Or if they're Branded Russell or Robbo Tommy
They all wear the same black boot on their toes
And will stamp on our faces as their power grows

The ToryGOPS’s do it by conservative imitation
And pretend to dislike unions and immigration
While LabourRats will do it under a liberal guise
And pretend to love paupers, who they actually despise

Because, you see, it's a false dichotomy
Given to the people, as a potemkin democracy
Do you think the world would be different today
If every election had gone the other way

It's just a governmental panto with Charmings and Dames
Hiding the fire of democracy in flames
Our Leader's just a hat with the wearer selected
By Central Bankers who were never elected

Removing currency from a gold backed standard 
As the fraction they held in reserve was floundered
Lockdowns and wars paid by counterfeiting money
So inflation goes nuclear, and your finance turns runny

Spaffing it up the wall with Quantitative Easing
While covering up their child rape, and cocaine fuelled sleazing
Money from their arse, then lent to you
As everything costs more, and your wage loses value

You're being played every day of your life
By the creators of global trouble and strife
Buying keys to power with your stolen cash
It makes no difference to the colour of the sash

To find the true power, just follow the trail
Of the money that leads to the holy grail
Jesuits or Jews I know not for sure
But you won't see them canvassing outside your front door

Their collectivist black boot will swing one way or the other
Until we all worship their one world Gaia mother
Fascist or Commie, two sides of the same coin 
Like the ugly sisters, but forever conjoined

If you think I am wrong, and on me, pour scorn
Then please step this way, as I'm selling a Unicorn
Like you; it wears blinkers, and lives in a cage 
As history keeps turning, page after page

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