Friday, November 27, 2020

Socialist Sonnet No. 9

 Neither Lender nor a Debtor Be?

The National Debt’s a kazillion at least,

As pandemics are expensive it seems.

Who would have thought in their darkest of dreams

Such a high cost in becoming deceased?

Just how much can a cough possibly cost?

What’s the price of a lungful of forced air?

Taste, smell and the economy are lost,

And long Covid’s legacy is despair.


But, then there’s those who buy gilts without guilt,

Who find the prospects of bonds quite thrilling;

While people are dying, they’ll make a killing.

Meanwhile, pay packets and pensions will wilt.


Diseases are certain and life is unsure,

Then common wealth, not money, is the best cure.



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