Mink coat and ermine stole;
Fox in a box,
Gold chains and clocks;
Perched high in the sky,
Above the world of love.
With slight of hand
You stole
Their tax, their pensions,
Their land.
They twitter and you Tweet.
But hear the Starlings sing,
See them flock.
Great numbers
Of tiny beating feet
And furious flapping wings.
Plastic sceptre, plastic crown
Land in the sand,
Sprawled on the ground.
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