COUP BRITANNIA.

Do you see the institute
Sitting on the shore?
Deciding the present
And eventual score,
Designed to take calls
And promote images,
But refusing to work
Out the changes.

Pronouncing you ill
Without caring to ask,
But demanding you work
Regardless of task,
Unless you’ve got green skin,
Or are ubiquitous,
You’ll never fit in
With their idea of us.

It has sat for a time,
And is beginning to cramp,
As its feet are sterile,
And its trousers are damp;
Take a walk with its thoughts
To a halted conclusion,
And swear out a warrant
To arrest its illusion.

Confirm and deny
Once their answers are sold,
And begin to decide
For yourself as you go,
And when you are older
And nurturing kids,
Teach them to reprise
All the things that you did,

And shout all the words
You’ve been longing to say,
Don’t fail to be heard
By your echo today;
Call them weekly and ask
Them to turn off the steam,
As it’s blocking your sun,
And they sold you the cream.

For it soon may be over,
And no longer burn;
The truth will find cover
And will not return.
So spell out what you say
To the people installed:
They work our way
Or they don’t work at all.