ALL THE LONELY PEOPLE

The lonely people starve
They're living without hope,
They're struggling to survive
And most just barely cope.

According to the Lib-Nats
"They're bludgers anyway,
So who cares if they suffer
If they fail to live another day?"

The lonely people struggle
Not helped by Dagwood Hunch,
Who only ever slanders them
And is no use at the final crunch.

The unemployed are miserable
Some freezing living homeless,
Unable to find any succor
Until they find their final rest.

Heartless bureaucrats laugh
If they ask for a helping hand,
They live and die suffering
Within this "lucky" land.

Slandered across the country
In a media-led hate wave,
Forced to sleep out of doors
Till they reach an early grave.

All the lonely people
Left suffering living outside,
Starving, roasting, or freezing
Until unnoticed, they all die.

THE END
© Copyright 2022, Philip Roberts
Melbourne, Victoria, Australia