There’s a dullness, 

A blankness veils the eye 

The shine retreats

As we scuttle by 

Past the crises and the horrors

Of our parlous state,

Grabbing blinkers we mutter 

Not my problem mate.

 

Not my problem mate 

I haven’t got time 

I’m just passing by 

At the scene of the crime 

I can’t be bothered 

Well it wasn’t me 

I’ve got stuff to do 

I don’t want to see.

 

Not my problem mate 

I haven’t got change 

Besides you’re undeserving 

And you all look strange. 

It's your fault, not mine 

Don’t we all agree? 

So don’t ask for my help 

Don’t come crying to me. 

 

Not my problem mate 

And aren’t you a pain 

Sitting there freezing 

Getting wet in the rain 

Like those scrambling hoards 

After our welfare and jobs 

Keep ‘em out, or we’ll drown 

Feeding all of those gobs

 

Shards of brute ignorance pierce our minds

And catch us all being cruel and unkind

AirPods and platitudes won’t drown out the screams

Of  the desperate people who share our dreams

 

We spurn desperation to our eternal shame

Sitting on our hands as we circle the drain

We have to change our parlous state

Because we are the heart of the problem mate.