‘We'd like to thank you, one and all,
For coming on this trip;
But, sadly, owing to this squall,
Your crew’s abandoned ship ...
Door for the rich bloke –
Grand, at the front;
Door down a side lane
For the poor c**t ...
A tyrant Saudi king dies
And we fly the flags half-mast,
Despite their human rights abuses,
Now and recent past ...
Just one percent of people
Own half of global wealth.
They keep their fortunes tucked away
With tax-evading stealth ...
Peekaboo! They’re watching you.
The streets have eyes, the walls have ears.
They track and log your every move.
They own your hopes, they craft your fears ...