Gather forces, tiaras, drag yourself to their gates
Bossed into breaking belligerent backs,
Just to pile more onto offshored stacks
Hope you find
Your galaxy lacks
Media moguls and their alliterated wit –
Convince an idiot public to Brexit.
The prisons are built, for the poor and benign.
Sat atop a pedestal of peerlessness;
Look down, scoff, at all of their cheerfulness
Digital fingerprint database;
Your everything, just in case.
Pay it forward
Till the balance is backwards.
Driven underfoot as they point and they shoot,
As they vilify and deify, hatred takes root.
You’re not leaving the house,
Looking like that.