WHERE DO I GO TO, THERESA?

WHERE DO I GO TO, THERESA?

You talk like you know what you’re doing

When you’re deciding about air

But I think you have personal interests

I’m not sure that you really care

Tearing out the heart of England

To replace it with black fracking pumps

Then pave it all over with concrete

You gave it your backing, you chumps

But where can I go to from now on

When I want clean air to breathe

Your thoughts and policy decisions

Are beginning to make me seethe

Expanding a home-counties airport

The countryside chokes in its swathe

Investing in our global future?

The decision was already made - yes it was

The business decision is pre-eminent

Tho’ I’d prefer to have a planet to live on

Tell the world that it benefits the lot of us

When you invest in a future that’s gone

You did this before with the fracking

Overturning a legitimate ban

I think that you’re going to persuade us

You’re not the natural world’s biggest fan

But where can I go to from now on

When I want clean air to breathe

Your thoughts and policy decisions

Are beginning to make me seethe - yes they are

When it comes to matters environmental

It’s clear that you don’t give a jot

All decisions are just made for profit

Whether the rest of us like it or not - ha, ha, ha

Your personal portfolios keep on rising

Piling up your own mountains of wealth

I hope that you enjoy sitting counting it

When nobody else has got any health

But where can I go to from now on

When I want clean air to breathe

Your thoughts and policy decisions

Are beginning to make me seethe

The planet we need’s slowly dying

And its end’s speeding up that seems sure

Though when somebody tries to help it

You turn up the gas even more

At least when we’re all slowly choking

We’ll all end up in the same boat

And all of your ill-gotten millions

Are not going to help you to float

So where can I go to Theresa

When I want some clean air to breathe

Your thoughtless government decisions

I’ve had them right up to the teeth

Martin A W Holmes, October 2016

To the tune of

“Where Do You Go To (My Lovely)?" – Peter Sarstedt (1969)