Sunday, 7 August 2011


Times are hard
Things have changed
Work is hard to find
The world seems very strange

Things have got out of control
There is no work no money
Too many on the dole
The guys that made this happen
Are bathing in the sun
Or living in luxury somwhere on the run

We cant run or hide from the bills
The morgages have to be paid
Or we have no where to live
We are living from hand to mouth
While those who have caused this
Are partying and been able to splash out

Our country is in dept
We are on our knees
Asking for money from other countries
Should we take it or leave it
What are we to do
Are we selling ourselves out ?
Are we drinking the stout ?

Our children are emirgrating
Theres nothing for them here
Their off to new shores
Not knowing what there

Families are separated, husband and wives
Mothers and daughters , sons and brothers alike
Wont see each other for a very long time
Its hard to see a child have to leave
The government wont fight
To keep their people here
Where they belong
After all it wasnt them that done all the wrong

They say they understand
What people are going through
But to be honest to the person on the street
The government have no clue

There words seem good
Their promises are there
But they dont go to bed hungry
Or stare at the bills or their children
Who have no medical care

Kids bellies are hungry 
The presses are bare
There is no money coming in
There is nothing ot repair
The car has been taken ,we cant travel anywhere
Families are living with parents
They are now their parents guests

The summer is upon us
No money to spare
No holidays away this year
But do the government care
No they dont sure what can they do

Makes you us wonder
Why we pay tax, prsi too
Things need to change
Jobs are few are far between
We are hanging on by the skin of our teeth
Lucky to have shoes on our feet

Christmas is fast approaching
The lists will be there
But will we be able to meet
The wishes of our children so dear
A STRUGGLE it will be for many a house hold
The budget will be interesting in deed
Will they stop the cut backs
So we can afford to feed
The empty bellies we carry aorund
Or will they pull the floor from underneath us leave us with nothing

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