BIG PHARMA' And The FILTHY LUCRE.
Some say where at the point where there is none!
That our days of future past are long gone.
The young now 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 selling photos of the testing stations,
With a backdrop of a tower block in flames.
Sepia-coloured faded reminiscences,
A tarpaulin-covered tattooed hearts refrain.
Some say that we’re the product of someone’s master plan,
Where the colour of a passport tells you 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.
We live in virtual ‘bubbles,’
And move from tier to ‘tears’.
Is there anybody out there?
Is there anyone who cares?