Build, build, build,That is the policy of the day,Nearly 45,000 dead,Because of the policies of yesterday,
You can't compare apples with peaches, International comparisons are not useful, But take a look at all those crowded beaches, Is this man ever being truthful?
Italy, France, Germany, Spain? We're going to have a world-beating appWe are not to be compared, the weather's not the same, More bluster, half-truths, and crap,
Spend, spend, spendLet's get the economy goingBut on your job can you depend? The cracks in the economy already showing
Open the pubs, that's just what we need, He's wishing us a good night out, Without even a plan, he's bound to succeed, But what will be the new body count?
Jobs, Jobs, Jobs,Just say anything three timesIt will be okay for the few, job losses for many,Deception, a sign of the timesOne of the worst death rates in the world,So sad to see but it's true, When the pubs are packed and the death rate starts rising,He will blame all of this on me, and you
YOU ARE READING
The Real World
PoetryAt a strange time, in a exceptional year, it can be hard to make sense of the world around us. I try to express a point of view through poetry. The intention is to build a collection of poetry into an anthology that chronicles some of the notable mo...
