The Budget - Poem by mai venn
Here comes the decorations to persuade us,
The Minister of Finance will make a big fuss,
They say, they'll give us this and they'll give us that,
They jam us by statistic as they talk through their hats.
Five euros on child benefit won't buy the bread,
Food, petrol, coal, gas, bus fares, families to be fed,
We are living well below the so-called ‘minimum wage',
The poor now buy, sell-by-date bargains, it's a new rage.
They gave five euros on child benefit, so what?
Some years back they took ten euros, did they not?
Well what would Kenny or Burton do with euros, three?
If they were living on the old-age pension, that's the key!
The government is hoping the budget will keep us sweet,
But we're not happy, they can keep their old treats!
We know the Celtic Tiger is close on the trail of the well off,
Oh yes, the tiger is back, he only had a cold or a cough!
Here comes the decorations to persuade us,
The Minister of Finance will make a big fuss,
They say, they'll give us this and they'll give us that,
They jam us by statistic as they talk through their hats.
mai venn
mai venn
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Brilliant write about our government that has done nothing to help ordinary people but instead plays a game to keep themselves in power but the ordinary people can see the writing on the wall, as the rich get richer and the poor are left with no help as we live in such an unequal society!