It Is Getting Worse Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

It is summertime in dear old Ireland
Where the shamrock grows so green
Where the cost of living rises
The like of which was ever seen
Where they are charging for fresh air
They started with a drinking water fee
But people power arose and made it clear
No way, we will not pay for water flow free

Downhills, in our streams and around our isle
St, Patrick sheds tears where he once gave a smile
Now the shamrock nod in the summer breeze
While the saints and scholars are gone far away
The government still keep up the austerity sneeze
I think I leave my homeland in search of lawfulness
As it no longer pleasant in Ireland at this moment
Between austerity and gang war, it is full of awfulness