Your Bill, Sir

poem by: Ultan Mulhern
Written on Mar 14, 2017

The choice we have made, it does not come cheap
For the debt, it’s accruing heap upon heap
Never listen to conmen who lurk on street corners
They’re racketeers, Sir, who treat us like pawners
Those sneering spivs want the shirt off your back
And all the while claiming we’re under attack
From innocent folk trying to better their lives
Escaping the hell of their war-ridden dives

To take back control, there’s no cheap solution
Prices will soar, we’ll see rising pollution
“But that’s Project Fear, we’ve heard it before”
T’would appear to be true, that and much more.
“But we saw the figures, that bus wouldn’t lie”
The ads were a sham, we’re in hock till we die
Interest will mount up as the jobs ebb away
Unless we rethink our choices before Triggering Day

 

Tags: rhyme, anger, confused,

 

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