Poem -

the real price

the real price

the seventies,
three day week
Dad was on strike..
from the pit..
Some begged for coal..
Because they'd sold it..
(their concessionary fuel)
Not us,
We were prepared,
With Dad already crossed
two continents at war,
he was a hoarder..
and likewise me..
Corona Virus..
I hate what you're
doing to countries..
But we dont know
what the underlying
plan could be..
I hope it's to save..
humanity..
Because the real world..
is Cruel..
You dont kid me..

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