|I composed this poem because the news gets more depressing every day.|
Where Has Great
I remember during the War
When people helped one another,
But now it seems that every day
This country is getting like “Big Brother”.
Politicians are sitting in Parliament
Making up their own rules
Such as closing little post offices
And also lots of schools.
Because they are all the “Fat Cats”
With two houses, and two cars,
Who grant themselves big pay rises
And now live like film stars.
Food prices are rising daily,
Also the price of petrol and oil
And ordinary folk are struggling to manage
No matter how hard they toil.
Prisons are now like holiday camps
Where inmates all have a T.V.,
But do they pay a licence for it,
Or do they also get that free?
Prisoners get days out shopping,
Making a prison sentence a joke,
And ordinary people who like a drink and a fag
Have to stand outside the bar to smoke.
Parents can’t discipline their kids now
By giving them little smacks,
Then they wonder why some teenagers
Are found guilty of street attacks.
So where has Great Britain gone
The country who won the War?
When thousands of young folk lost their lives
And I’m wondering now, “WHAT FOR”?
— Jean Hendrie, Strathmore Place, Broughty Ferry, Dundee.
It's always good when peeps find new ways to say we're going to Hell in a handcart and that stopping prisoners having to shit into buckets and not being able to beat our children is what's responsible. Really gives you a warm feeling inside likesay.