CRISIS:

Sadness descends on the land of fiesta & fandango,

Steeped now in sorry sorrow, corruption & dirty fango,

Where now are the laughs, the flamenco & proud Ole´?

Now it´s a country where people have nowhere to stay.

Thrown out of their houses & homes in the wintery rain,

Held down by the politicians & police with ball & chain,

Families, babes in arms, tiny tots, the frail, ill & very old,

For lack of funds, thrown out in the dark unforgiving cold.

Situations vacant, long dole queues & simply no more jobs,

Streets taken over by banners carried by hungry angry mobs,

The ones who work, have not for months had wages even paid,

Awaiting the silent answers, all those who desperately prayed.

Clinics & hospitals have closed to the sick, their healing doors,

Education is now for the rich but no more for the kids of poor,

The sick get sicker & with no treatment, earlier waiting to die.

The students go abroad to pastures new, sigh & say goodbye.

Taxes soar, businesses close, for many the end has come so fast,

Culture today is a luxury for few & for many, a thing of the past,

People by the hundreds searching city bins for a tiny morsel of food,

Scratching the bottom, the lowly dregs of a life that suits their mood.

The chemists on strike behind latched doors, no more money for pills,

People just have to make do with their pains & have to accept their ills,

In these dark times there´s no teachers, no nurses, no doctors, no more,

They have all gone away, searching for a better life on very far away shores.

Thanks to corrupt cheats & chieftains, bankers & to all today´s leaders of men,

They´ve brought this country to its knees, until only God-Almighty knows when,

Spain & her people down on her knees, every single individual & blessed one,

But hey, what the hell, they still have a smile & after all, they invented the sun.