Old King Coal

Old King Coal was a merry old soul,
But Miliband's dreams took a heavy toll.
With visions of green and skies so clear,
He chased a fantasy, year after year.

Gone are the days of soot and grime,
But at what cost, and in whose time?
The mines are closed, the pits are still,
Communities left with an empty till.

Old King Coal, he ruled the land,
With blackened hands and a steady stand.
But now we chase the wind and sun,
Leaving behind what once was done.

Some call it progress, others a jest,
To abandon the past we knew best.
Miliband's policies, a delusional quest,
Left many to struggle, feeling oppressed.

Old King Coal, your reign is done,
But at what price, and who has won?
Miliband's dream, though bold and grand,
Left a trail of despair across the land.