You comely wench
with your promises, allure
and come hither looks.
You offered so much:
and the whores and pimps in the
ranks of politicians
took your bribes and did your bidding.
Sold off public assets at bargain basement prices,
Fattened the purses of the privateers with profits which
in days past were returned to the people:
to services to improve and expand them
for the people, not the fattened few with their snouts in the trough
of private enrichment through Ms Privatisation and her
But you privateers,
local or foreign,
now swish past in fine, silk dresses and designer labels,
fat with obscene profits
and your offerings are smoke and mirrors:
*chaotic rail services
*run-down postal services
* sky-high gas and electricity prices
* call centres in foreign lands offering
false promises, mostly doublespeak,
to hide the robbery/thievery/rip off of
ordinary people who now see your glittering,
flashy, trashy finery for what it is:
To convert Fool’s gold to public gold?
Aye, there’s the rub.
Snatch and grab, folks, snatch and grab.
What do we want?
When do we want it?
For I’m a nationalista, revolutionista,
nailing my colours to the wall
for people, not the fattened privateering pigs.