Big Society

People seem cheerful in spite of it all,
They shrug aside the cup of gall
Served them by authority.

Children in the Cathedral sing in a choir,
Effortlessly tuneful little girls.
They seem happy and free of ire,
Oblivious to being betrayed
By those in charge of their future.

The Government loves those who work hard,
Even more if they don't demand to be paid.
In the Big Society, those with money are fewer.
Charity's become the rich man's best card.