A POEM for OUR PRIME MINISTER.

 

 

Do you weep Mr Cameron, do you weep?

As the bombs fall while you sleep.

While some children die, while yours are warm and dry,

Do you weep Mr Cameron, do you weep?

 

Have you ate Mr Cameron, have you ate?

Do you have lots of food on your plate?

While some children go hungry, but you never do,

Have you at Mr Cameron, have you ate?

 

Can you hope Mr Cameron, can you hope?

Can you look to your future and hope?

Can you know how it feels to never have joy....

no, of course not.