BIG PHARMA' And The FILTHY LUCRE.

There's a rainbow slowly fading, where hero's once took a bow.

All that applause through open doors are an illusion to me now.

 

The young must live with guilt they don’t recognise,

Immune from all the consequence of blame.

 

Road signs have been turned around the other way,

While the old can barely harmonise their pain.

 

Schools are testing theories not yet proven,

Administered by those employed to teach.

 

Iconoclastic thought will not be tolerated,

As computer-generated lessons preach.

 

They’re shooting promo's of the testing stations,

With a backdrop of a tower block in flames.

 

Sepia-coloured faded reminiscences,

A tarpaulin-covered tattooed hearts refrain.

 

It's rumoured we’re the product of someone’s master plan,

But the colour of a passport says nothing of who I am.

 

Masks and overalls are de-rigeur,

Worn like a prisoner’s ball and chain.

 

The lexicon of all is now familiar with

The names of Pharma’ giants and the strains

 

Of a virus that mutates like politicians,

And vaccines with unfamiliar names.

 

AstraZeneca and Sputnik Five earn billions,

But there’s never quite enough to go round.

 

Erectile dysfunction has lost its profit margin,

Now Pfizer are the newest bet in town.

 

No one seems to take responsibility,

It's clear as day, as far as I cab see.

 

I may be wrong; I've been down so long

But it looks like up to me.