‘' Not One Of Them Will Grieve ‘' Poem by Bri Mar

The covid inquiry,
Is getting fiery,
We are now being left in no doubt,
Written in a diary,
Akin to a retiary,
The truth is now coming out.

To Hancock the truth,
Is seen as uncouth,
He loves to make up a story,
He thinks he's a sleuth,
As he lies in the booth,
Truth is, he's a typical Tory.

Sunak tells lies,
The truth he denies,
Eat out and do as you please,
Who cares who dies,
The economy is the prize,
It's my duty to spread this disease.

Cummings on the take,
Is nowt but a fake,
When his eyesight was giving him hassle,
For his familys sake,
He said let's take a break,
To test it, we'll drive to a castle?

Their strategy is smart,
The old can depart,
Move on to their Heavenly beginnings,
They'll say we've no heart,
As deaths go off the chart,
But we'll say, they've had a good innings.

Lives hang by a thread,
Many thousands lie dead,
While these butchers make every excuse,
When by idiots you're led,
You'll end up being bled,
Their actions were criminal abuse.

Johnson and compliance,
Mingled with defiance,
He shouts out, what can I do?
With his crooked alliance,
They all ask, what is science?
The truth is, they haven't a clue.

Their punishment, none,
Their lies, are finespun,
The public, they'll continue to deceive,
When this enquiry is done,
The outcome they'll shun,
For the Dead,

‘' Not One Of Them Will Grieve ‘'