There was a time,

I remember it well,

When Autumn leaves

and frosty grass

meant warm home welcome

and tasty hot food.

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That was then

and this now.

Heating’s off,

bread is cheaper

and hot meals

spin the ever

greedy meter.

—

Yet, its the same for them,

the oil rich climate changers,

coal fired bank accounts,

and Tory policies

that eat up the poor

to feed the rich.

—

Lies are gilded with vague vows

that leave lying lips

salting our wounds,

lacerating our burdened backs

to fill their

offshore

bank

accounts.