Terry Ireland Poet Rhyme

Bonhomie

Now the Festive Season is over,
That false bonhomie game,
It’s on to the NewYear and
More of just the same.
The Pandemic continues, 
Life restricted as it before
(How would this  population
Have reacted to five years war)
For the Why Me Generation
In this age of No Win No Fee
Everybody else is to blame
Everybody, that is, except me.
The workers will still work
Exploited by their bosses,
For some sector has to pay
For the Pandemic’s losses.
Global warming effects 
Many a far foreign land
While most of the population
Hide their heads in the sand.
So Happy New Year one and all,
May all prosper and thrive
The likely prospect being many
Will barely be able to survive.

2 years old, but still just as relevant

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Speaks Volumes December 29, 2022 at 11:25 AM Have some catching up on reading your poems Terry. The scariest part of this one is that it is two years old. l thought of it as very up to date. Except now we just take Covid for granted and there don't seem to be many restrictions. A brilliant write. Today or two years ago. Terry Ireland December 30, 2022 at 1:01 AM Thanks Wen - guess when it comes to this time of year i'm just an old Grump.