FebulousFebruary 2025: Lost and Found

Your Ideal Life

We must look like ants from way up there,

Insignificant nothings, wisps of air.

When you’re born into so much wealth,

Why should you care about National health?

Housing, no problem, schooling too.

Get out your cheque book, it’s easy for you,

Since you were old enough to understand

You were told it’s wrong to give us a hand.

It encourages laziness, lack of drive,

Only tough love will help us thrive.

You were told you’re special, born to rule

By teachers at your boarding school.

We share a planet, a country too

But you don’t get us and we don’t get you.

Still people like us keep voting you in,

In awe of your swagger, we let you win.

‘Newspaper’ barons confuse us, too,

With fake news and the hate they spew.

Divide and rule – that is their game,

Pages filled with rage and blame.

Immigrant, Muslim, Socialist, youth,

No one survives their contempt for truth.

They pull our strings and make us prance.

To their soulless tune, they make us dance.

They dodge their tax; they axe our pay,

Our rights, our wealth, they steal away.

But waking up are the many,

Drop drop drop goes the penny.

The internet has set us free

As print press dies, the truth we see.

Your puppets we will be no more,

Now we’re showing you the door.

As your pay climbs, ours is slashed,

As your hopes grow, ours are dashed.

On our backs you climb up high

While you gobble all the pie,

Then you force through austerity

And blame us for our poverty.

You scamming, cunning narcissists,

We are DONE with all of this.

A leader now has come along –

He plays our tune and sings our song.

He gets us and we get him too,

We know he is a man that’s true,

“A cult” you mock, “the great J.C.”,

You don’t see his integrity.

Jenny King, Kent