Unfinish Poem Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

Ireland is waiting in expectation of what to come
The rich are ready for the kill as they gather wealth
The old looks on as the Church falls to the ground
The young will never know what it was like for us

Irish eyes are far from smiling but they can see
Something is rotten, not in Denmark but in Dublin
Water, water, is everywhere in the house and the fields
Yet the government are looking for the pound of flesh

Water charges are nothing less then pilfering of the citizens
The country might have to hire gondoliers from Venice
The floods water of Ireland are flowing down the streets
T.D. look on and sympathise then moves on to the next