Awaiting the news, anxious for a cash day,
calling friends, only a few replied.
Searching for answers, only music for hay,
returned calls, then you supplied.
Austerity cuts hurting the Western poor,
similar to a normal day for Eastern bites.
Hospital, school, factory workers mop a Northern floor,
left now laminating and missing those Southern nights.
A divisive figure passes, levelled far too many lands,
a magical garden appears in far away sands.
Regrets, threats, defeats, victories; does it matter?
Speaking of current times and old times; review the latter.
Took the choice to move and study those rights abroad,
they had no choice, unfortunate products of the state.
A decade on, worse off, no need too applaud,
takes a tough time to flush out a friend; much homage to a mate.
© Shane Cogan, 2013