In Britain’s realm, where wealth once brightly shone,
Her markets roared, her commerce boldly grown,
The city’s pulse did thrum with golden might,
And London’s spires did gleam in day and night.
Yet Labour’s lords, with envious zeal inflamed,
Proclaim a tax on riches, boldly named.
“Two percent on wealth!” cries Kinnock’s fervent cry,
To seize the gold where millionaires do lie.
Oh, fatal levy, born of righteous spite,
On assets vast, ten million pounds in sight!
They dream of billions, coffers filled to brim,
To fund their state where fairness doth begin.
But hark! The flaw, in Tennyson’s stern verse:
This tax doth curse the land, makes fortunes worse.
To Monaco’s bright shore the rich do flee,
Their yachts set sail, no tax shall bind their glee.
Before, the UK bloomed with vibrant trade,
Her art fairs dazzled, wealth’s great tide was laid.
In Chelsea’s halls, the rich did spend and thrive,
Their coin did lift the worker’s hopes alive.
No HMRC did pry in private vaults,
Nor weigh the worth of paintings or of salts.
The nation’s heart did beat with enterprise,
And London’s call drew wealth from foreign skies.
After, alas, a gloom doth shroud the land,
The taxman’s pen doth grip with iron hand.
Each vase, each watch, each manor’s stone assessed,
By bureaucrats who value dreams at best.
Investment wanes, the markets stall and sigh,
As millionaires to tax havens do fly.
The worker’s wage, once buoyed by wealth’s great flow,
Now shrinks beneath a state’s intrusive woe.
Like knights in Tennyson’s tales, who rode to doom,
Labour’s bold charge doth lead to fiscal gloom.
No billions come, for wealth escapes their grasp,
And Britain’s shine grows dim in envy’s clasp.
The shops grow bare, the factories stand still,
While taxmen chase the rich o’er sea and hill.
Their plan, though grand, a folly’s banner waves,
And leaves the land to mourn its empty caves.
Dave, a toiler, reads the news and sighs,
His pint of dreams now clouded by their lies.
He shakes his head, a quip to end the day:
“We’re well and truly fucked with this lot’s play.”