Hypocrisy, wrapped in cellophane and offered half the price,
Whilst nutrition labels teach our kids to read,
Jamie earned himself a shelf or two of ‘British standard’
Keeping silent, the decline of greener grass on which to feed.
We pack ourselves in tightly between shelves of traffic lights,
That tell us what we should and shouldn’t eat,
And count out pointless pennies to the sound of credit crunch,
Before sneaking in some value priced defeat.
A month ago we argued as a nation, for the birds,
And now to save a pound, we’re out to fight,
A capricious army of tabloid led bigots,
Principled in our protests, misguided in our flight.
We’re eating in to human rights because they’re home-grown, fresh and cheap,
…remember when our crops were just the same?
We have nothing now but bribery to fill our shop floor shelves…
And we still can’t see that we’re the ones to blame.
Not that well written… but why bother when you won’t listen anyway..?!