Virtue Betrayed

Ah, what a thankless task to rule!
To make oneself Britannia's tool
With duty, loyalty and love
For anyone who ranks above,
Attain at last one's proper fate
Heading a Ministry of State
And then kick out with due dispatch
Whomever the boot-boys can catch!
Ensure for lady, child and gent
A nastier environment;
Deport them to some random spot -
Who cares if they are Brits or not?
They'll never vote the Party in
And so their place is in the bin.
You chuck out wogs for Land and Crown,
And then the servants let you down.

Blanche Albion