Daleo Lama writes:
Do you hear the renters whinge?
Singing the songs of angry wo/men
It’s the music of our profit
Keeps em as our slaves againWhen the crushing of their heart
Takes the hope leaves not a crumb
The good life is ours when their
Tomorrow never comes…
Previously: Daleo Lama on Broadsheet
“wo/men”? Reallu?
What a complete and utter lump of sh*te….
this country doesn’t do revolution, too many sheep…