We’re all at its mercy; it’s lack is a curse
Things never get better – they always get worse.
‘You cannot buy happiness’ say those who are rich
But what do they know? Their lives go without hitch.
We all have the same cares, but our lack of dosh
Means ours are compounded – we wish we were posh!
Their bills, food and housing don’t cost them a thought
While we fret and worry over each item bought.
Machine breaks – disaster! No hope of repair
Can’t go get a new one - just no cash to spare!
I’ve others to care for, I don’t need more worry,
But there’ll be no new washer for me in a hurry!
Millionaire politicians say ‘Tighten your belt!’
Did they ever know just how hopelessness felt?
Do they know what’s it’s like to work hard 40 years
And watch your cash dwindle, and see your wife’s tears?
I paid for my pension; now they say it’s a perk
And they whip me some more and say ‘Get back to work!
You can’t retire yet mate, the rules have been changed –
You must carry on working til dead or deranged!’
Public services cut; NHS on its knees –
Won’t somebody listen to ordinary folk please?
The British are suffering – more cuts to be made
And ‘they’ in their wisdom ringfence foreign aid!