Your Young Will Suffer More Than You
I’m feeling low and I’m feeling tired.
Tired of all the lies, low for the truths facing us in this bloody mire.
I feel my time is running away because I’ve had enough of all they say, ‘freedom day’ just more bluff, bull bluff. The children will pay for the life we’ve subjected them too. They’ll have to live with Covid and suffer decades and decades of being ‘Brexit fools’
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2021
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