Something crawling on the topsoil
Beasties hide behind their scrapes
A secret tunnel underway
Digging unforeseen escapes
No talk about what’s right and fair
For the few and not the many
Those unsupported promises
On which they can’t deliver any
Citizens had lost their say
Homeland wealth was under threat
Hardline trails diverted blame
The undergrowth was cold and wet
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