Thursday, March 04, 2021

Socialist Sonnet No. 23

 Budget


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.

 

D.A.

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