Spoken Word Poetry- Keep Calm and Carry On HD

So I had to perform and edit a poem for my Gold Arts awarrrd so here it is... Credit to Elliot G for filming : https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCNels3x5618gSlZtuVc9isw Keep Calm and Carry On Zero hours, long days, low pays Long days, long ques Traffic jam jittering, highway blues Zero hours, long days, low pays The buzz of the radio from corner shops, motorway stops, open widow city blocks A chorus of dexterity beating on the same deathly drum Predicting a British storm of worse yet to come And now the tsunami of bedlam crashes the nation Coughs up confusion commotion, frustration; It’s their fault, Not it’s not Yes it is Not it’s not Yes it is And now, from Maze Ramsey meetings and office bank branches From gold plated lecterns and holiday mansion Roly-poly reactionaries go red and their brows furrow into a supercilious frown Economy? What do you mean it’s not fair?! It’s not the financial situation causing this affair These days youths are so inebriated on pot Russell who? Not that, profit, Branded sot And now there’s talk And now there’s talk And now there’s talk... ON WHAT? Revolution? Don’t be silly All this sugar is making you giddy It’s your health that’s the problem darling, yes just look at the news Yes, we brits consume far too many carbs and far too much booze And in council estates Empty eyes sit and wait For the bang or ring from their inflicted diction for their predicted eviction And the radio, on the flat, on the flat, the flat track of chit chat We’re all drawn and distracted into pointless, petulant chatter Dissipating our public anger onto things that don’t matter The truth got lost somewhere in the jargon and drivel And piles of newspapers and signature scribbles And documents and deals Constructed and concealed Into material matters of paper thin ideals So the columnists plonk and pluck upon their Chinese keyboards composing a new melody Of a British Britain with a master economy Or try contrive someone To blame the current situation upon Secret reports warn of a meltdown Britain due to, you know, immigration Causing No places or spaces in schools for the lost generation And out of the huff, national parties charge forward in on the attack With proposals for Britain becoming British Dragging the nation back To the Stone Age And Inspite of it all, half the population struggled to engage The ballot boxes were half empty and now the election is gone And the arguments in Westminster still carry on And everything else still carries on, carries on And everyone else still carries on, carries on Zero hours, long days, low pays Zero hours, long days, low pays Zero hours, long days, low pays (I had to cut some of it as the filming was a bit messy!) Click here to stalk me on FACEBOOK! https://www.facebook.com/eva.lee.3114