With Parliament
shortly about to vote on renewing Trident
at
a cost of £Billions, the Government refuses to
confirm
whether a test
missile in 2016 went drastically off
course.
We must
defend this sceptred isle,
From
Forth to German Bight,
But not
if Trident goes off course,
And
hits the Isle of Wight; (1)
A
missile on the Cowes Yacht Club,
Would
more than cause a fright!
For
we’ve got plenty to defend,
Our
infrastructure’s grand,
With
rutted roads and traffic jams,
Throughout this pleasant land;
It’s as
if our society,
Was
built on shifting sand.
Admittedly, our railways are,
In
somewhat of a state,
Think,
‘the wrong snow, ‘leaves on the line’,
And
‘trains are running late’;
And
annual rising fares that seem,
To be
the travellers fate.
There’s
litter everywhere you look,
An air
of general slease,
In
hospitals and parking bays,
Excessive parking fees;
The
whole of our society’s
In a
state of unease.
There’s
sink estates both north and south,
Where
hooligans run free,
In
souped-up cars each Friday night,
In
anti-social glee;
A
product of the system and
Their
warped psychology.
Yes
folks, that’s our society,
Defend
it if you must,
Perhaps
a missile will, someday,
Blow
all of it to dust;
And
there’ll be some, to be quite blunt,
Who
wouldn’t be that fussed!
(1) A Trident
missile fired by the Navy flew off course.
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