Hell No! We Won't Go! (Well, actually, we will go on the Protest Poetry Bus)

So, this weeks Poetry Bus task is to write a protest poem. Watercats has set the task, and had asked us to only write four lines. I got so mad writing my poem, that it got a little longer... I also don't think I got the rhythm right *(as requested) but again, I got a little carried away.

Here it is...

Politicians and Bankers Can Kiss My Angry Irish Ass.


The feckers took my money
they spent it on houses and cars
so now I'm stuck in a country that's fucked
and not one of them bastards's behind bars.

They gave the jobs to the boys
they frittered the money away
So now my kids have no future
and the best and brightest can't stay.

So rise up my brothers and sisters!
Lets us roar and scream and shout
Let us tells those puss filled blisters
That we've finally found them all out

We're burning their homes to the ground
we're salting the earth where they live
we're reclaiming this state for the people
And we're not in the damn mood to forgive.

I did actually manage to full fill the brief with my first attempt - only four lines - but I'm not sure if it is strictly protest? But hey, since I wrote it, here it is...

They tell us not to do it
that killing is a crime
but behind the cover of bench and bar
they're doing it all the time.



Well, after all that vitriol and spleen venting I think I need a drink.


(*am aware I, in fact, completely ignored the rhythm, rhyming scheme requested!)