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POLICE STATE OF THE NATION

Poetry By: Philip Roberts
Literary fiction



Another poem about the regime of that monstrous madman Jeff Kennett!


Submitted:Feb 1, 2011    Reads: 19    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


The fascists in America
Say now we're triple-A,
But all the people living here
And working here are slaves.
The Yank and Jap tourists
Have all come flooding back,
They say, "This is the place to be"
We say, "You're full of crap!"

The Pommie parasites all cheer
The republic's dead and gone,
But to those living, working here
It's a trial just carrying on.
The Fuhrer says the debt is paid
As he brings in another review,
He says, "The money floods in now!"
But it goes to the same small few.

They say this is the land of plenty
Though most of us have none,
They say that things are moving now
Though for most the race is run.
The Yankees think we're on the move
Though its mainly interstate,
Jeffy says, "We're in the groove!"
But it all seems a great mistake!

THE END
© Copyright 2011
Philip Roberts,
Melbourne, Australia





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