When It Comes To The Crunch

Hey everyone. A poem written in 2008 which could be my epitaph for Britishness as the union which binds Scotland to Westminster begins a slow but steady journey to certain death.

Written during the early years of the financial crisis when we had a Labour government which was more concerned with bankers than the breadline, this green tinted poem is as relevant if not even more so now than it was at the time of writing.

Now whilst it may not be one of my longest poems, believe me it still hits the those in my firing line who put self interest before Scotland’s interests or more importantly that of the planet. I have titled it When It Comes To The Crunch I hope you enjoy what I hope is a thought provoking read.

When It Comes To The Crunch

We’ve all been told to tighten our belts we’ve had our last free lunch
too many have dined on a diet of lies
where are they when it comes to the crunch

There all making deals with the devil
his Westminster wine packs a punch
there are too many cocks in his kitchen
where are they when it comes to the crunch

We’re a planet surviving on credit
our leaders are drowning their sorrows they’ve cash in our chips yet they still play the game
as they boast about golden tomorrow’s

Now they’ve played their last card in this game of chance
the joker or maybe the dunce
and their vain ship of fools is about to capsize
they’ll be drowned when it comes to the crunch

@ Gayle Smith 2008

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