‘This be the verse’
They fuck you up, your government.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another’s throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any qualms yourself.
After Philip Larkin
What with the general note of pessimism for what the future now holds, Philip Larkin’s poem springs to mind.