Oh, God! it is bad.
They’ve screwed us over
and over again, each time
they speak it is with a fancy
forked tongue, tracing a journey
through their choices and our deaths.
Oh, Lord! it is grim,
I’m on m knees and weeping,
because my kith are hurting sore
and the NHS, the guardian of our lives
is being pushed to the bloodiest of limits.
Oh, love! it is cruel,
They’ve callously taken us,
as fearing fools, and frightened
us into believing they are doing all
that they can- when they trade in lies.
Oh, Covid19! you’re so good.
you will make us pots of money,
and reduce the number of our elderly,
and we’ll be heroes because we served
the wealthy, arms dealers and well, ourselves.