Albion; pleasant, fair and green
In the year of our Lord, 2020
Dragons were few and seldom seen,
Yet poor folk were a plenty
Though dragons were vanquished many years prior
The people were still not free.
A newer terror stalked from shire to shire;
It’s acronym, UC.
Brave Sir Iain, a knight of Modern,
Did mount his trusty steed.
“I shall smite the sick, downtrodden
And them that are in need!
“Bring me your infirm and weak
Your homeless and your poor.
What’s that you say? They’re dead already?
Then we’ll just create some more!”
For Iain had been knighted
For his labours most fulfilling
But mostly in recognition of
His services to killing.
And so it was in Albion
The gallant knights that led it
Were not among the thousands killed
By Universal Credit.
The moral of this fable
Though obvious, I’m sure,
Is if you want to get ahead, or not be dead,
You’d better not be poor.
