The Way It Used To Be
The way it used to be
When I came to Liverpool in the seventies
I found a country in peace with itself,
the difference in income between workers and
the bosses were not extreme.
Living in England, I found my education woefully
lacking in substance and took classes in counselling,
philosophy and literature.
Then the catastrophe came in the form of Thatcher
or as she was called “the iron lady.”
greed is right, there is no society, and workers were
encouraged to buy their council homes and social
housing virtually stopped.
Factories closed, “get on your bike” was the mantra
and Britain ceased to be a pleasant land.
It has gone worse the Brexit came about workers
tired of the wealthy’s abuse, living on wages that were
too small to feed a family and we got the shameful
food-banks which the conservative now boats about
Like it was invented by them. Yes, it was!
It is with sorrow I see how the once proud country
Has fallen down into a beggar state.
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