Mythical Midwife

If I had a pound

Every time someone said

“This one will bring him down”

I could stay in my bed

And not go out to work

For a miserable wage

That gets smaller each year

I am so filled with rage

He plays to the cameras

Kind of jolly, yet gruff

And you can’t find the truth

Through the bluster and bluff

He made sure that his mates 

Kept supply chains supplied 

Some through false companies 

About so much they’ve lied

From did their people party

Whilst so many mourned

To how many innocent

Sprogs they have spawned

Many tell me the system

Has always been lead

By the network of “Old boys”

Who feather their beds

But I cannot believe

They have been quite this bold

In the past there were standards

Or so I am told

Feels like this country’s sinking

And those in charge know

So they’re lining their pockets

With plenty of dough

The Great Empire is gone

 It’s a thing of the past 

And those who did profit 

Thought it was a great blast 

But just how much of anything

Can one truly need

Beyond food shelter love

The rest really is greed

And most of us? 

We will just muddle along

Looking out for each other

Try to keep ourselves strong

But we’ve come to the point

We must turn back the tide

Now the gap between have and have nots 

Is so wide