Tractors

Today saw the farmers
They arrived in their tractors
Loads of red diesel
Ulez and all
These souls who grow food
And wake up so early
Drove to Westminster
Clearly to allude

To presenting their case
Earth working sentinels
Out at the crack of Dawn
Tending the sheep
Riding their tractors
Pulling up vegetables
Counting for everything
Whilst they all sleep

Starmer the lawyer
He had decided
Farmers are taking the mickey
And they
Need raining in
The spin
Is their future
Garlic and celery
Apples and pears

We are all earning
No one has freebies
Not like these government bods who appear
To feather their nests
With clothes and fine glasses
The best kind of trousers
To show off their arses

As for the farmers
The students
The special needs
Those buying cheap houses
Tax them and see
Their hatches are open
To cold wind us pensioners
May perish this winter
For where we be

We didn’t arrive on a beach in a dingy
We were born ages ago and we feel
Let down and broken
For starmer has spoken
Taxed to the hilt
At what is a sad deal.