Nothing Changes
‘Ye are many, They are few’ Wrote Shelly, After Peterloo, 16th August 1819, Fifteen dead were seen, In the Autumn crowds, Covered in shrouds, Time to cast of our chains Why must we wait again? Face what remains, And face the pains, Time to confront the rent, Forget the lack of consent, It was only ever meant, For the poor to pay the rent. Today, the NHS, Is being given away, And organised money, Holds sway, So do be healthy, Unless your wealthy, You’ll need a stash, Of cash, For a spare room, Otherwise, it is doom, And be financially…