Daftland A Poem

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Daftland A Poem
« on: November 28, 2012, 03:53:06 PM »


 We live in a country called Daftland
 The England we knew is no more
 Where sensible people do ludicrous things
 Or risk breaking some Daftland law.

 In Daftland we've police dogs with muzzles
 Less the villain has cause to complain
 And to steal from a shop and say 'sorry'
 Means you're free with no stain to your name.
 You had better leave lights on in buildings
 When you lock up and go home at night
 'cause the burglars might hurt themselves entering
 And there's no way you'll be in the right.
 When speaking be wary in Daftland
 As some terms that you've used all your life
 Now have connotations unintended
 And you'll end up in all sorts of strife.
 We elect politicians in Daftland
 To give us the laws of the land
 Yet eight laws in ten now come from abroad
 The whole thing has got out of hand.

 The borders are open in Daftland
 And of migrants there's no keeping track
 Just a few of the thousands illegally here
 Will ever be caught and sent back.
 The exception to this is the hero
 Who fought for this land in the war
 He's old and he's sick, he might cost us a bit
 So he's not welcome here any more.

 When the history is written of Daftland
 Historians may just recall
 That the craziest people in Daftland
 Were the public who put up with it all.                         




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