(a rondeau)


Our Nursing folk all heroes now
front line troops embattled and how
in the face of this enemy
just carry on so bravely
professional to the last, unbowed.

If it ends will they take a bow
then slip back out of sight somehow
return to normal and just be
Our Nursing folk?

Those cool calm hands on sweaty brow
of Jane of Kate, Mohammad, vouch
that while they can they'll always be
there, taking care of you, of me
and this their dedication vows,
Our Nursing folk.

I wear petticoats two by two
one is red and one is blue
pretty shoes both buckled by gold
skip me to where 'er i go,

Those slugs'n snails'n puppy dog tails
pet at me but they all fail
they will court me where 'er they can
but i'm in love with a pretty gal,

I wear petticoats two by two
one is red one is blue
I'm sure one day we will be wed
with brand new Bonnets, upon our heads.

Are you saying sorry now  
to all the folk inside your head,
for all the rotten stuff you did
but it's too late now, 'cause they be dead?

Sorry, sorry, to Moma
sorry, sorry, to Papa too,
saying sorry to that old neighbour  
for all the rottenness I did to you.

And the brother and the sister
god, I dare not go there,
and how the hate of self rises
up is almost too much to bear...

And when I am gone, gone far away
from all the rotten things I've said and done,
will folk say sorry to me in their heads
and will I hear, not even one?

Sorry Joe, you're asking the wrong folk this;
" Who on earth could vote for this lying chump "
try *** offenders bullies and rapists,

Anarchists and jailed insurrectionists
the immature who's hero dubbed them dum
sorry Joe, you're asking the wrong folk this,

Ask ragged trousered philanthropists
and the dictators who've become his chums,
try *** offenders bullies and rapists,

And those antidemocratic fascists
shameless GOPers queueing to kiss his ***,
sorry Joe, you're asking the wrong folk this,

Ask his sad insecure apologists
all these unblushingly will come up trumps
try *** offenders, bullies and rapists,

and twisted insecure rabid racists
a mutual courtship for a closet  ****
sorry Joe, you're asking the wrong folk this,
try *** offenders, bullies and rapists...

Trump wants to serve all folk, not just felons,
***-offenders, serial liars,
and duped jailed rioters, the oil barons,

The gun-advocates, scammers, those who con
like big sick pharma, and favour byers,
Trump wants to serve all folk, not just fellons.

And those who wish public schools, the DOJ gone,
and the rich demanding to be richer,
and duped, jailed, rioters, the oil barons,

Not just big businesses filling prisons  
gifts from " jail-the-homeless-scotus-lifers"
Trump wants to serve all folk, not just felons,

And not just those who'd see the weak trodden on
not just faux religious bible pounders,
and duped jailed rioters, the oil barons,

Not just the beasts who'd keep down the women
Or apologists for killer dictators,
Trump wants to serve all folk not just felons
And duped jailed rioters, the oil barons...

It'll be sixty year ago quite soon
that one idea sparked a million folk,
to pull together to put guys on the moon
such a feat could never be a joke,
as from that moon a human spoke
and a billion people listened  
to a message, from a static sparked croak,
and in many eyes, I bet, tears glistened...

And now, today, there's another idea  
to recruit one hundred thousand poll watchers,
under the guise of fair and free elections, here,
I must say fraud was bawled by the loser,
their loser status upheld by all court rulers  
but this time round they will try to twist all laws
guided by several of their chief law abusers,  
in aid of their, unholy, cause.

They'll tell any lie, ally with any gang
no price is too high life will be sacrificed,
powered by the GOP's most foulest man
where only total subjugation will suffice  
who's promised hell-on-earth not paradise  
a gangster and America's blight...
The moon landing, just a different generation?
Nah, sadly, at the mo' a completely different nation...

My life stopped when my  Mother died  
but not so much when Pa past on,  
I tried to grieve I tried and tried  
my life stopped when my Mother died,  
  
I harmed myself I cried and cried  
how could you do this to me... gone?  
My life stopped when my Mother died  
but not so much when Pa past on...