Words skid down our windscreens
All now times
But they dribble down into the gutter.
Our words are worthless
Now there are templates
“The Nation is in danger”
“Immigrants threaten our jobs”
“We have to maintain the purity of
“Our colour is the best color”
Who’s worried now about the Panda
The rule book says now propaganda
Let’s toss the Ozone or Amazon or drugs
All under the bloody rug!
Take a hike, Right?
And you there shut off the mike!