CHEVAUCHEE

CHEVAUCHEE

Many summers have past

Since the last Chevauchee,

Now it’s starting all over again

Here in my own country.

The bankers and energy companies

Are beginning to haunt,

Plundering their own people

So unlike John of Gaunt.

The elderly shiver in fear

When red letters appear on the mat,

Children without a hot meal

Whilst the bankers are getting fat.

No beds in our Hospitals

It’s all the nurses’ fault,

Death and destruction on our roads

For want of a pinch of salt.

So now the poor get poorer

What’s done to ease their plight?

An influx of pawnbrokers

And promoted gambling sites.

The Chevauchee was a fearful tool

Used to destroy a country.

But, that was hundreds of years ago,

Except now it’s against you and me.

We’re told it’s due to global warming

 Though I feel a great deal colder.

Why oil prices will stay sky high,

They need to please the shareholder.

The Chevauchee in the hundred year’s war,

Was employed to pillage, rape and plunder.

Now it’s the fat cats, who employ it

Whilst the rest of us go under.

Phil Hall  March 2013