On
Hallowe'en the Devil walks,
Or
so we're told by those who mock
Both
humanist and Church's flock.
In
New York they may think it true:
A
hurricane went howling through.
Come
ghosts and ghouls just once a year,
At
other times we need not fear?
Then
what is Gideon George Osborne?
A
spectre who haunts the land,
He makes his ghastly demands:
A
sacking here, a cutback there,
He
drives the people to despair.
Far
more than any apparition,
He
spreads stark fear without contrition,
And rolls
back the frontiers of the state.
He's the vehicle of rich men's hate.
For
him it's all a jolly joke,
While
those he ruins cough and choke.
The
nation's debt gives him the chance
To
lead us on a Devil's dance.
Murdoch's
henchmen spread his lie
They
care not if the poor folk die.
The
Daily Wail expounds his views,
They
hack at us and call it news.
Mental
illness is now banned,
Depressed
folk's stipends are shit-canned.
If they are able just to move
Their lack of fitness they can't prove.
The
Iron Canceller is glad
Of
things that make the righteous sad.
The
poor are never poor enough,
The
rich just pile up useless stuff.
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