This country owes skintillions it seems
As outrageous price of pandemics soar,
Perhaps best not to purchase anymore;
If only natural selective schemes
Were so biddable. As the final cost
Is the sum of all the lives debited,
Where’s an accounting of those not fitted
Properly with PPE, and were lost?
The value of every penny borrowed
Was minted only by workers’ labour,
Yet will be repaid to those few who favour
Themselves as private owners of what’s owed.
Capital must make profit to succeed,
Budgets, however well meant, can’t meet need.