An eighty years old
Takes a shuttle bus
For cancer treatment
In another town
Finally on a waiting list
So bring the curtain down.
So say our government ministers
The richest and elite
Shoplifters fill bags
To sell out on the street.
To hard working families
Who struggle through another day
Bills that rise faster
Than pittance wages pay.
Everything is based on the election
Over 20 points behind
Divide the country with hatred
Spread so many lies.
The transport system shattered
Junior doctors fight for pay
The disabled are targets again
No rights, deviled, no say.
- Author: nephilim56 ( Offline)
- Published: April 27th, 2024 07:17
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 1
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