Sleepwalking as False Love Rules
All is good when you sense no signal
of cruel deeds not yet visual
Each broken promise with an excuse
but each new carrot becomes a noose
strangling all your hopes of freedom
cannot grasp that she ll mislead ’em.
Who is she that misrules a nation?
Not concerned with valour’s station!
Independence a background curtain
stained and nurtured to become uncertain
By Oppression’s woes and pains.
She has show trials in her veins.
Smeddum's Hotpotch 