The Tory’s Party

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.

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margins are a great place sometimes because it is where change happens fastest but it is also a horrible place when we are stuck in them and grace is the moment when we can see that someone cares.

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