Bury the bodies,
shovel the dirt.
Hide your transgressions,
the faceless you’ve hurt.
Smile for the cameras,
deny all the blame.
Be sure that your alibi
covers your shame.
 
Blame immigration,
stoke the mistrust.
The poor are all work shy,
the taxes are just.
Try to convince them
that you really care,
ignoring the food banks
while creaming your share.
 
 
Bury the bodies
but soon you will find
your cupboard of bones
may not be denied.
The eyes of the public
are losing their scales
and blood from the bodies
is under your nails.