The Apple Has Fallen - A poem

The apple has fallen, the goose has left,
But we have welfare for a wealthy group,
The sky is falling the thirties are dawning,
Election rolling while the Dow is falling,
Hope is fading as the senate is debating,
The homeless are dying while a baby is crying,
Christ; please don’t let it be just me.

A rustle from a ‘Bush’ but cowering in a corner,
Caesar I don’t see; I never learned my history,
The drug company shares no empathy,
But the energy she shall run ‘free’,
My home has gone but I have loyalty,
The homeless are dying while a baby is crying,
Christ; please don’t let it be just me.

I remember it well but in a different tell,
Nineteen eighty seven; a Monday from hell,
Twenty three percent was slashed from Dow,
Could it be Orwell only by three?
Thought police in the trees peering in at me,
Lines are tapped and lines are blown,
The homeless are dying while a baby is crying,
Christ; please don’t let it be just me.

Keep me scared and keep me down,
Budget cuts are coming round,
Paranoia keeps me sane,
Zoloft, Prozac it’s all a game,
The homeless are dying while a baby is crying,
Christ; please don’t let it be just me.

Rusty
(Russell Blore)