Let's Make Britain Great Again

Remember, remember, the fifth of November, Guy Fawkes in the dark with a flame. But now they light fires with headlines and liars, then tell us who we should blame. The Pied Piper plays through our phones every day, a tune made of anger and fear. And we march to the sound, with our eyes to the ground, while the truth disappears. The media dance with invisible hands, like puppeteers pulling the strings. They point to the poor, then open the door, for the rich to keep taking the kings. They sell us a slogan, they sell us a dream, wrapped up in red, white and blue. "Let's make Britain great again," they shout through the screen, but they never say great for who. Great for the landlord, great for the banks, great for the friends in the room. Great for the contracts, great for the tanks, great for the men selling doom. But not for the nurse with holes in her shoes, not for the child in the cold. Not for the worker paying more tax, while billionaires bury their gold. Remember, remember, the people have power, not just the faces on stage. For a country is not made great by a flag, but by fairness, by truth, and by wage. So silence the Piper, cut loose the strings, look past the theatre and pain. Britain was never made great by the people who ruled it, but by those who stood up again.