bring me veracity, tell me your truth
sway me with facts, undeniable proof
we’ve lost our faith in the old bbc
can’t trust the press or our local mp
fight for democracy, call it infallible
then cast the voters as stupid and gullible
find me a cure not a mask for the symptoms
pharmacy profits with each new prescription
casual corruption with every decision
checking the facts as an act of derision
biased reporting on every channel
pundits expounding the same tired old flannel
rewriting history who knows what’s true
the scandal of orgreave the shame peterloo
slaughter by proxy in surrogate wars
till poets open eyes and preachers close doors
A pity Martin but every word speaks the truth and in a direct no nonsense way, like it
Very true right now.