Britain: a pars pro toto, a part taken for the whole

When I wrote my last poem I couldn't talk very well,
Now my eyeball has gone wonky as hell,
But what hasn't faded has my intrigue,
About Westminster parliaments elite league,
Of gentlemen and businessmen and cruel profiteers,
A United Kingdom celebrated for 100's of years,
Britain: a pars pro toto, a part taken for the whole,
England proclaimed as the glory hole.
The ruling elite elected by the large population,
Of England; a really wonderful nation!
Kind people, good folk, I've lived there too,
But the thing that really, really rings true:
The union is divided,something often denied.
But u may say why would they have lied?
What do I mean? How can I say that?
Ask the UK as a matter of fact.
Wales, Northern Ireland, Scotland you see,
The United Kingdom is not one country.
It's a political union but that's not how it acts,
Just look through out history if u want the facts.
From empires of Rome to Spanish conquest,
Papal wars... U can google the rest.
All of them end in a similar way,
The people revolt, they demand their say!
Over the richest in power making the rules,
Profiting on the back of those they think fools.
But wise men can see that words mean more,
There are many other options than going to war.
The greatest of folk demand true democracy,
It's not a reality this fallacy,
That is presented to thee. 
Just research and see...

I'm a Scrounger

At 14 years old I donned my kilt and peeny. A waitress at Knochendarroch hotel, it wisnae very easy.
In Pitlochry, that’s the way it wis, work your fingers to the bone.
Didnae matter though, those pennies I made were my own.
Odd jobs here and there as I worked through college and uni.
I even worked for the government, I was a photographer too,
I know “ya beauty!”
    But I got sick, couldn’t continue that dream career.
So I had to review what I could do, worked in the science centre up here.
But then once again, illness reared its ugly head.
 It tried to keep me down and keep me in ma bed.
So I worked for myself, and returned to education.
Who could have known I’d get even more sick, causing so much frustration.
    After weeks in hospital, needles in my spine.
I kept telling myself that I was gonna be fine.
More tests than I had at school,still no-one knew what to do.
That’s when I had to go down to the bru.
They were very nice, helped me out a lot.
But now all has changed and they seem to have forgot.
We are not all scroungers, in fact none of us are.
Westminster government has just gone too far!
    Every day I hear on the news, about benefit fraud, folk not paying their dues!
 But I did! I made my NI contribution, this truly is unjust retribution!
 Millions of folk rely on the state.
I know it’s not ideal but let’s make no mistake,
the Scottish parliament opposed such cuts, Scotland put their most vulnerable first!
    Doesn’t matter though, Westminster rules!
Lets stop listening to these godamn fools!
Millionaires, Etonian school boys, all pally pally telling us what to do,
never not once has any of them had to sign on at the bru!
While billionaire tax cuts are passed through as policy,
 the poorest are attacked. How is this democracy?
The worst of it is the division it will cause,
folk judging us as cheats,lazy, worse than dirt on dogs paws!
    Our UK government telling us we are not worthy without evidence.
How can we remedy this? Lets vote YES to Scottish independence!