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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
