We'll go out walkin. Concrete is very beautiful in its own way. We'll embrace the community and the community will reject us. Britain needs poets. It doesn't need another footballer. When we started valuing footballers over poets, captains of industry over highwaymen, SAS men over rebels, that's when we went wrong. British capitalism doesn't even have the dubious virtues of the American model. It's fucking mean, and pinched, and narrow in every sense. It was the south of England as always that let us down. Their values were a dead weight that dragged down the rest of the island. I realise this is a generalisation but you know what I mean.
Whatever happened to the London mob, that were just as ferocious as anything in Paris, marching on parliament chanting no king, letting free all the animals in London Zoo? Their descendants are at home watchin telly.
Descendants of the London mob,
Your fathers were the scourge of God.
And yet you sit here pacified
On the very ground on which they died.
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