From the Dumb Majority

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From the Dumb Majority.Gifted others will say the nation,And annotate the slippery specifics,Of the lying, deceit and fabrication,Half hidden in statistical hieroglyphics,The stark fact is that here...

From the Dumb Majority.

Gifted others will say the nation,
And annotate the slippery specifics,
Of the lying, deceit and fabrication,
Half hidden in statistical hieroglyphics,
The stark fact is that here instead
Of it being hard to locate the faults,
They are incessantly raising their heads,
Those not tucked away in times vaults,
No, it is not purely and simply lies,
Or the incompetence that has occurred,
It is more the assumption we are dumb,
And simple, too brainless for words,

We will tell them some glib fairy tale,
That would not even fool a troll,
And dress it all up, have it regale,
Like some burlesque talking doll,
And they will swallow it every in,
For they are gullible and simple led,
They will surely speedily drop in,
And allow the bait that we have fed,
And appropriately it eventually came to pass,
That they deemed us fittingly enthralled,
So overcome by their Quatermass,
That they could say us all at all.

But now surprise, we listen your lies,
But now shock, we see your face,
We can vibes the deceit materialise,
And smell the policies put in place,
And the odour is unpleasant,
The sight is quite grotesque,
They are sullying the present,
Making the future Kafkaesque,
For lo, we see, we hear, we smell,
We touch, and yes we taste,
But amazingly we think as well,
And perceive we believed in haste,
We trusted those who should be truthful,
Accepted their promises and explanations,
Gave help of doubt subsequently they were youthful,
And forgave their peculiar aberrations,

Now we locate this trust misplaced,
What we believed in was a sham,
Not honourable but two faced,
Not a planned superior but a scam,
Who is looking more stupid now,
That the dominoes have started,
We will soon perform them how,
Their lessons have been imparted,
For we are not devoid of intellect,
We just wanted to recognize their schemes,
We wanted to trust those we elect,
Wanted to ration in their dreams,
We are not imbeciles to be fed spin,
When buried bodies rematerialise,
We all know once we see sins,
We all know subsequently we hear lies,
We every know that waste is waste,
Know borrowing has a payback day,
Know now that lying bare faced,
Is the theme of His third way,
Know monster paid for canal watching,
Whilst manufacturing out sources and dies,
Is just unorthodox means of botching,
Another affront to our eyes,
We every know relation at the core,
Is a clear pretension to debt and sorrow,
Yet we sing the praises of a chancellor,
Who is over hocked to tomorrow,
Who under borrows year on year,
And fills the hole with more loans,
Come neighboring year he will have no fear,
But we will lose our homes,
For funding his economy upon tick,
In a headlong lemming surge,
He is counting upon this trick,
He is feeding on this urge,
When we arrive to pay this back,
Will he be there to lend a hand,
Or will he be borrowing in the outback,
Whilst we strive on in our own land.

We have waited long in patience,
Hoping against wish they are cool,
But it has turned to fixed idea impatience,
When they treat us as if fools,
And assume our seeming calm compliance,
As if a tacit, if dumb, approval,
When it is a menacing mad quiet,
Merely awaiting their removal.

It is criminal to intentionally lie,
To those who trusted you their future,
To resign yourself to away their blue skies,
To depart a wound without a suture,
To paint a glorious valhalla sunset,
After an epic adventure consequently exciting,
To promise that we will all get,
Whatever we would say you will delight in,
To prey even on our certainly dreams,
And whisper they can be fulfilled,
Telling us to trust in what it seems,
To partake in what is billed,
And weave a talismanic illusion,
Wrapped in candy floss by elves,
Which has now slipped into confusion,
As we slowly realised ourselves,
That the authenticity is as it always was,
But even though we were in there dreaming,
He was trying to create Himself a God,
He was lying and He was scheming,
Thankfully now we are awakening,
Whilst He is into disintegration,
We will have to attempt to rebuild,
What He has left us of our nation,
The swear is in the fostering,
Of a complex in a golden land,
He has ruined via his posturing,
He has trampled upon our plans
He had promised us Houdini like,
A miraculous run away from strife,
But after the good illusionist,
Life here is still life.