Who Do They Think They Are Fooling Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

Most people in Europe are under the impression

That Ireland's folk are doing well and out of the recession.

The truth of the matter is that many have no home,

Landlords have hiked rents and families are left to roam

In Dublin, Cork, Waterford and in other cities around the land,

While the Government tells Europe that everything is grand.

It isn't for them, in their fancy houses with servants to command,

To think what it feels like to be destitute, does the regime even understand?

Our Tánaiste can moan and growl when asked a simple question,

Sometimes our Parliament can become a brawling session.

Our Taoiseach is notorious for his dazzling tearful discussions,

But he doesn't fool us, we are well used to all his bizarre repercussions.

How I wish this bunch of political misfits was gone far, far away,

Then Ireland would return to normal; how I long so much for that day.

I am sick and fed up of listening to them blaming the Government before;

For taking credit for the upturn now we are on the way back,

By God, the people suffered and are still suffering from their austerity attacks.

They will be remembered as the stingiest crowd that ever ruled the land,

When they're gone, we'll light a big bonfire and I will be there on hand,

Sure we will have an Irish Hooley and we'll sing and dance all night,

Please God, give us good leadership that will treat our country right!