Faults Prophets Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

We won't pay, you can hear us shout!
Where is the recovery he is talking about?
Is it only for the upper classes, not us?
Does he know how much we have tolerated?
Run to Angela in Germany, fuss, fuss, fuss.

All the families that suffered while we waited.
False prophets, while in the Dáil you debated,
Lady, the Labour way has gone astray,
and has left the people in disarray.

Sure, you do not care or give a damn,
for your word is nothing but a sham,
Canvassing for votes you hope to catch,
both of you will meet your match!

What stability are you referring to?
You BOAST of what YOU did and what YOU do!
All the jobs you brag about, that you claim you got,
you say very little of all the jobs that were lost!