We shake our incredulous heads
Bright sparks among the brain dead
waving their flags at the future queen
she owns the sea bed
money rolling in
like waves
for doing not a thing
a rich man's daughter
while her working subjects fight to bring
their heads to just above the water
O scales of justice
a balance, please restore
where a world of work and sweat and debt
pays for the new clothes of the Empress
the poor man getting less
as the media tumbles froth and lies
But also tumbling is the truth
unstoppable and wise
like a storm upon the sea shore
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