The Little Tear

Theresa shed a little tear

When she realized she'd not won

We played the world's tiniest violin

and peeled a minuscule onion

I shed more than a tiny tear

for the homeless and the poor

for my European brothers

who'll soon be shown the door

For the doctors, nurses, NHS

I cried 'til no tears came

But Murdoch will be laughing

as the foreigners take the blame

As HS2 tears through our land

As we let the market rip

I'm now so dehydrated

I should be on a drip

So when you play at politics

And it doesn't quite come off

Remember the people recognise

whose snout is in the trough

(c) Tim Fellows 2017