Survivor Poem by Gordon D Wilkinson

Survivor

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I'm a survivor can't you tell
Do you hear me shout and yell
Political parties tell their lies
To many of us it's no big surprise
Promising freedom and wealth for all
On both these points their manifestos fall
They talk all these words like a high born sot
Giving a little and taking such a lot
Do they think that we will take it forever?
If they do, really they are not that clever
Employing many a jobs worth to do their deeds
It's a big change in their thinking this country needs
Is it worth a national strike?
They would only give all prices a hike
Starvation in the ranks of the masses
Politicians shake their heads and raise their glasses
Living off the working man
Why, because they can
The revolution is coming I hear them say
Whose pockets will be lined from the fray?
I am not the only one in dispute
Their claims and arguments I refute
Do they hear the voice?
They do but not by choice
Will they cease their money grabbing ways?
Like a leopard their spots on their back, stays
Political is that what I am
Maybe I want my piece of jam
Holding out my hand to get my just need
Not around the rich mans trough do I feed
Surviving against the odds
Against the stupid political sods
A life of peace is all I ask
To get it must I take the system to task?
The landslide of opinion that's on its way
Will come not so quietly and sweep them away
Down to the depths where others are
Bringing them down to our level on par
Will they survive this fall?
Not many will at all
So I will go on and survive
For freedom to live free I strive
They could give me a ball and chain
Send me to the colonies to re-train
Australia bound
Before planting me in the ground
Making an example of those who fight
Over something so simple, but their right

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