It’s icy underfoot
A slippy shine
Step out at your peril
Wintertime
I need milk
I’ll have to venture out
Or stay here indoors
And go without
Many go without
All the time
Bombardment in Ukraine
Such a crime
Here in UK
A government in tatters
Death throes of disgrace
Nothing matters
All on strike
Things have got to change
Mick Lynch has the mike
Can Britain rearrange?
Folk will gather
Christmas time is here
In this bleak mid winter
What’s to cheer?
The old queen died
And dies a way of life
Goodbye to all that deference
Treat one another right
Brian Fahy
18 December 2022
Erris Poetry 