This is no time for politics
for critics or for lobbing bricks
for calling names or stones and sticks
for challenging, for landing kicks
The time’s not right for your point-scoring,
rival party leaders’ warring
Disagreement’s jolly boring,
disrespecting people mourning
How very dare you criticise
your leaders when your doctor dies?
You commoners don’t realise
there’s only so much money buys
When is the time for politics?
When everything is done and fixed?
The weak are dead and no-one’s sick?
The bodies buried layers thick?
So mask your mouth, keep quiet and wait
until the designated date
Yes, that’s the time for this debate –
When it’s all passed. When it’s too late.
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