'' Goes On Year On Year '' Poem by Bri Mar

There are no unemployed,
The chancellor dictates,
His statements do avoid,
As his budget deflates.

What he's claimed he will give?
He will take back thrice,
For as long as we live,
We will pay the price.

It's a governments duty,
To take in not give out,
Money is their beauty,
Of that there's no doubt.

You'll pay less in tax,
Is what you'll be told,
Don't ever get lax,
It's a lie to behold.

Of those there'll be many,
As he cooks the books,
For us not a penny,
From this bunch of crooks.

While they line their pockets,
With our hard earned cash,
As everything rockets,
We'll witness a crash.

But they won't feel shame,
As they fill their vault,
They'll refuse to accept blame,
As nothing's their fault.

The promises he makes,
Mean a new dawn,
Truth is they're fakes,
The budget's a con.

Don't be dismayed,
Please don't shed a tear,
This game being played,

‘' Goes On Year On Year ‘'