Political poem coming up. Sorry, Tories, I am a labour girl. No nasty comments please, freedom of speech!
There are people without homes
In sleeping bags, alone
not just pictures on social media
that you scroll through heartlessly on your phone
people the police herd away, with hearts of stone
whilst you have your Christmas fun
and like a madman you shout
“Let’s get Brexit done”.
The children are suffering
They are living in greater poverty
Than you greedy buggars could understand
Not just statistics
That you gloss over like an inconvenient number
Whilst the children are starving, and frozen they slumber
And Christmas is coming and santa won’t visit
While you stuff your faces yet the children will miss it
But you don’t give a shit with your heart of granite
and you shout
“get Brexit done, it’ll all be alright”.
The schools are suffering
The teachers are stressed
As you cut back their budgets
And their wages are much less
And the resources dwindle
And the children are victims
Of your austerity bullshit
You talk from your rectum
And if bollocks were you, you would weigh a ton
Yet still you shout
“Get Brexit done”.
You seem to have only one agenda
To look after the fortunate
The rich, the big spender.
Now finally it’s time to take a stance
To look after the ones who don’t have a chance
And we should be shouting from the top of the rooftops
To the moon to the sun
“Get Boris done”
©2019 Sarah Drury