RhymeFor OurTimes

(To be sung to the tune of My Way) And now the end is near, I’m sitting here alone and freezing, I’m hungry all the time, I spend my nights coughing and wheezing, I live in constant fear, so cold I may as well live in Norway, But Prime Minister, don’t you fret — you just do things your way. You all make promises with false candy smiles and sugar coating, And then the pledges stop. I don’t know why we bother voting. You do what’s best for you and try to rule in such a poor way Ignoring what we need — just do it your way. Give aid to nations who don’t really need Just to fuel some despot’s greed, Build HS2s for billions of pounds just so the rich can get to town While hospitals shut and care homes cut — you do it your way. You say you know what’s best, then make your nest all nice and cosy, In your life, no financial strife, and your future looks very rosy, Each party’s just the same; they smugly strut in such a sure way, And damn the rest of us — just do it your way. The councils’ budgets will all be halved, the young and old and poor can starve Fire stations closed, police reduced, Fuel bills and train fares soar through the roof. The money’s there but you don’t care — you just do it your way. It’s always your way. Jeff Gibbs, Greatstone-on-Sea, Kent.