Despair! Neglect!
What did you expect?
Money! Taxes! Through fingers like water.
Government! Politicians! Give no quarter.
Towns! Streets! In Decay,
we really have no say.
Shops! Business's! Close!
Dilapidated buildings, so morose.
Fat bankers, laughing and tight,
Saying 'sod you Jack, I'm alright! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A diagnostic poem...we really have no say...best wishes for the year!