The Social Contract is crumbling away

The Social Contract is crumbling away
A little or   lot every day
Without full consent
Great Britain is rent
Into fragments  in all shades of grey.

Governments may appear to be strong
That kind of thinking is wrong
Without   social desire
They cannot aspire
To make us all feel we belong

Families fight over meals
And anguish becomes unconcealed
The sacramental table
Is being disabled
The social contract must be quickly re-sealed

Now we see the same sin everywhere
Trump  rides on the beast of despair
We were told to love strangers
By one  born in a manger
If he is here now,then nobody  cares