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.