What's happening

What happened to our land,

that thirteenth day of fall?

It stumbled, cracked and wobbled,

like a clown that dropped the ball.

They promised light and hope,

but sold us smoke and flair,

Now people pay the price,

while leaders sit in flair.

The taxes climbed up high,

while food and fuel went wild,

And wages stood there stiff,

like a lost and freezing child.

The ones in power grinned,

"Relax, it’s going fine!"

While pensioners cut meals

to keep their house in line.

They swapped a boss or two,

to polish off the mess,

But nothing really changed,

just theater in a dress.

The power lines burned bright,

to Germany they flew,

While we were told to save –

and wear a sweater too.

Then came the rules and talks,

with speeches full of grace,

About "trust and dialogue"

from someone out in space.

But folks remember still,

with biting irony:

“What really went down there,

in twenty-twenty-one – in three?”

Hey hey, dear old land,

you slipped and slid away –

While we were told to smile

and blindly nod and pay.

We’re singing now out loud,

with rhymes and rebel spark:

"Since that September day,

it’s mostly been… quite dark."