We all want justice
But are squatters the worst amongst us?
Who’s had a bike nicked?
Who’s been randomly kicked?
Who’s had an unfair fine?
Didn’t realise there was a line?
They’re dictating our lives,
With building control hives
So we keep contributing
While the rich are tax evading
Who got ripped of buying their house?
Who got screwed by their landlord?
Who got paid late?
Who got laid off?
Who saw their savings interest shrink?
Who can’t afford to save
Who tried really hard to get along
In this system,
To find out it actually stinks?
And I’m just living
In some rich buggers building
So I have time to write my poems
The rent saved means I can give my friends’ loans
When did your bank last decline you?
When did you last feel secure?
Create your own security
By using what’s left empty
I’m not a criminal
I’m just eating off the side
I don’t wanna be rich cause someone died
I eat from the Waitrose bin
So I’m fit for reciting
Cause who can afford food in the shops
And with all these crimes and hardships
The greatest recession in years
The conservatives have us shedding tears
Over a minority of people,
Who want to live in the capital,
But don’t have a relative’s settee
The media’s got you angry
Saying squatters devalue your home
When it’s cause the Banks won’t loan.
We’re cleaning out the cobwebs
We’re brushing up neglect
We’re loosening the noose
From round our neck
1% of the population owns 70 % of the land
And Tories think squatting should be banned?
The Church is squatting
The Queen is squatting
The rich are squatting
I’m just living
In some rich boy’s building