No More Mr Nice Guy

 

The time has come for me to speak

And speak my piece I will

It's time for me to force your hand

So read these words until

You finally get the message

That I'm trying to get to you

I am in need of all your help

And here's what you can do.

The Country's in an awful mess

And won't mend on it's own

All working people suffering stress

Financial pain has grown.

You have to take a look around

You have to lend a hand

This mess will not clear on it's own

I know you understand.

If you're not buying from the Shops

Then Industry will die

The factory workers all sent home

To hang their heads and cry.

The manufacturing Industry

Will grind to one big halt

With nothing left for you and me

The Country will revolt.

The Children will go hungry

And the old will suffer toO

So don't be scared to spend a bit

It's what you need to do.

And when you make your purchases

Be bold and brave, not skitish

And check the label every time

Support UK, buy British.


   
 

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