Bad times are coming, I predict,
we'll suffer as we have been tricked.
Banks crashing, petrol price obscene,
abandoned now the War Machine.
Those who were never short of soup,
who saw themselves within a group
of well-to-do and upper class,
are homeless now, in the green grass.

Herbert Nehrlich

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bad-times-coming/