'' Corruption Reigns Supreme '' Poem by Bri Mar

Politicians and union chiefs,
Are really so alike,
High salaries and pension schemes,
They never go on strike.

They're rewarded when they make a mess,
The same applies when they fail,
Whereas we'd be sacked immediately,
Then thrown into jail.

Their policies are much the same,
In Immorality they are entwined,
They want the plebs under their thumb,
In corruption they are enshrined.

They're paid for by the working class,
They always get their way,
Yet when it comes to all their perks,
We do not have a say.

When we hit recession,
For us redundancy will lurk,
While they retain their earnings,
They forever remain in work.

Take the miners leader,
He was pretty deft,
He's the leader of a union,
Where there are no miners left.

Trade unions and the government,
Have an affiliation,
You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours,
It's a truly sick creation.

You often find that union chiefs,
End up as politicians,
The job is very much the same,
Dictating our conditions.

If they were truly competent people,
With problems we would not be beset,
But throughout the world these wasters,
Have saddled us with massive debt.

They must be forced to recognise,
That we've all had enough,
If they had to live as we do,
They would find it really tough.

The workers of the modern world,
Really need to unite,
Strip these people of all their power,
Then push them out of sight.

Maybe then we could rid ourselves,
Of our lowly self esteem,
But the problem is we're far too weak,
That's Why,

'' Corruption Reigns Supreme ''