they say it's a day for cheer
instead we shake with fear
hooray hooray bring on world war three
the trumpets are full of blare
jobs for the boys this year
we loathe to think they'll swear
on a god neither here nor there
they say it's a day for cheer
hooray hooray bring on world war three
the family tree is dwindling
the empty bough is cracked
corporates see nought but kindling
the ground beneath is fracked
and the greatest powers swindling
hooray hooray bring on world war three
they tell us speech is free
the loudspeakers all ablare
the loudest shout me me me
porn's free but nothing's fair
they say it's a day for cheer
hooray hooray bring on world war three
* In case you think I'm in wrist-slitting territory, not so. I just worry about the future. Poetry, art, animals and the people I love keep me going.
"Poetry, art, and the people I love keep me going" that's exactly my situation too Susan !
ReplyDeleteThanks Beatrice. Here's hoping things don't get worse in 2017.
DeleteI really get it .... what a business. Good luck for 2017.
ReplyDeleteThanks Jeffree. I thought I should something a little special for christmas day!
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