The fear, the drug, the cage, the judge
The red, the white, the blue
The cycle, duress, the G4S
The rubber, the bullets, the guns
Stand and spit
Scream and kick
Or hold forever your tongue
Utilitarian worth can't harbour empathy
Material lust no place for humanity
The violence, the greed, the hand that feeds
The doubt, the silence, the cold
A token, a pawn, expendable
Another faux-luxury slum
Stand and spit
Scream and kick
Or hold forever your tongue
There's no hope
No love, no mercy
In markets no justice is done
How does it look in Grenfell tenements?