What I Remember of 2017 ( Whenever that was )

Where did 2000 and seventeen go?
What really happened I would like to know.
Xmas went , the New Year began,
Cant remember if it was with a bang.

I think summer was hot, or did it pass by,
Was it real long, or was it just dry?
Should keep a diary but what is the point,
The reading will probably only disappoint.

Did Trump really say his button is bigger?
Waiting by day with his finger on the trigger.
I remember turning on the morning news,
Each day wondering if he had blown a fuse.

Wondering if the North was bombing the south
Cos of Trump and his impertinent mouth
And wondering how much, the rich did for the poor,
In this unbalanced world , the rich always need more

I wonder if Religion will ever come to see why,
It is religion that forms barriers that cause people to die.
Why is that rhetoric forms a God-ranting shield
Believe in me or I'll force you to yield.

And Brexit is causing such an outrageous flack
Getting out of the Union with no turning back,
And South Africa finally ousts Mugabe for good
Replaced by an equally self interested fool

And the Rohingya crisis, the Buddhists turned bad,
The torture and pillage , ethnic cleansing gone mad.
And in Mosul, ISIS are finally expelled,
Bodies line streets where they were shockingly felled.

Yet Happy Birthday to us, ten years to the day
Since the global recession forced everyone to pay,
Now we celebrate record growth round the Globe
As money funds burst with a new influx Pay Load

And yes, the planet is  hotter, officially warmer each year,
2017 was the second hottest year.
The glaciers are melting and sea levels really are rising,
Yet with our heads in the sand , we say its surprising.

2017 was an unusual year,
International issues causing confusion and fear.
But at the change of the year , with Moet on ice,
Somehow, 2000 seventeen, just seemed rather nice.


Ned Hoskin
www.wedbyned.com.au
www.thekingofhearts.com.au




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