The Winds Of Change Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

My country means a lot to me, I am but a voice.
Like many more similar to me, they have no choice.
If we speak out, we are regarded as a rabble-rouser
If we stay quiet, we are regarded as rotten lousier
What do we do? We yell the truth loud and clear
Maybe one day someone of Significant will hear
And sends our case to the courts of human rights
Then maybe we have a good chance to win the fight.
If only the world knew how the old folks feel
For the way they have been treated is just unreal
I will say one thing for the leader before this lot arrive
They were good to the old, the young, and the deprived.
Why don't they listen to the voices of the people of Ireland?
Do they think that they will always have the upper hand?
Old age pensioners now, pay so much toward there medication.
Is it true the Irish economy is returning to healthy restoration?
Well if it is, it has not to sieve down to the common folks about
Far from it, for it a struggle for the families that go without.
We will have a chance to change that shower that rules our land
At last, a voice comes from the wilderness to grand the command
Go you vultures leave us be, time for a change, just wait and see.