Everything is analysed,

Everybody justifies,

Poor folk still dies.

Everything is explained,

Everybody discussed,

Poor girl says, ‘what’s the fuss?’.

I don’t take you for a fool,

I hope not you to I,

But cold hard facts,

Are hard to find,

And yet the stone still grinds.

Everything is described,

We all give detailed accounts,

Poor folk still died.

I don’t take you for a fool,

I hope not you to I,

But cold hard facts,

Are hard to find,

And yet the stone still grinds.

 

 

Stuart Clark                                                               28/06/2020