Our World is Virtually….

Do the Syrians know the greengrocers is closed,
that the Chinese have just elected a god.
Mrs May stumbles on with brexit now exposed,
held up by the D.U.P.,s wink and nod.

In America Mr Trump plays the fool,
shouting at niggers for taking a knee.
His twin Boris in Britain, at best he’s a tool,
both born in the land of the free.

Seriously I believe the world has gone mad,
and the poorest are paying the price.
It’s not just North Korea’s missiles that’s bad,
but their poor people are starving on rice.

Mr Putin is putting the boot in America’s shame,
by pretending to wrestle out in the wild.
Bare chested he rides a horse with no name,
the same animal he rode as a child.

In Scotland we have another lady in charge,
some voters think she’s on song.
Stamping out Labour with heels far to large,
listening for Ben’s big bad bong.

I still think the Germans will save the day,
finishing what they started in thirty nine.
This time ruling Europe in a peaceful way,
not allowing their war hero’s to shine.

The Mexicans say please build that wall,
high enough so the world can’t see.
All that corruption that stalks city hall,
while the army does murder by decree.

In Cuba their sad the great man is dead,
but his legacy will live on and on.
As capitalist America starves them of bread,
and still can’t pull their people apart.

Haven’t heard from the Australians for a while,
those poor reserved creatures from down under.
Perhaps dear Rupert the Ambassador of guile,
still wants to own the sky plus it’s thunder.

In France the rich right wing are back,
never mind the left shall win next.
In Italy and Spain I see a crack,
still their always between and betwixt.

I’d laugh but I fear Pakistan is a mess,
while the Indians are not that far behind.
Being female means only a dog is worth less,
and they must look upon their rapist as kind.

Can we really Slip past the Africans,
all the many countries there within.
Because I contend that the best laid plans,
have just helped the deviates to win.

I’m lying here on a couch made of leather,
probably made by a poor slave.
I believe even free from a tether,
real freedom demands you are brave.

So sleep well where er you sleep my good friend,
remembering the virtual world never closes an eye.
Dream of a corrupt capitalist world on the mend,
well, have you ever known big brother to lie.

All in all this worlds not a bad place,
it’s just a pity we humans inhabit.
Sometimes I hate being a part of this race,
when even if we’ve got it, do we get it.