I feel gaslit by the government
I think I’m going mad
On the one hand I feel angry
On the other, I feel sad
I hear their explanations
And I see that folk agree
But I just don’t believe them
So then, what is wrong with me?
I feel gaslit by the government
I don’t believe their spiel
It’s breathless and it’s effortless
It doesn’t all seem real
Walks amongst the bluebells
And a drive to test your sight?
A moonlight flit in case things happen?
It doesn’t feel right
I feel gaslit by the government
They do not seem to care
That acting differently to us
Is palpably unfair
And when it’s pointed out and they say:
“Nothing here to see.”
I feel a creeping sense of dread –
The problem must be me
I feel gaslit by the government
They’re ready to move on
They tell me: “Wash your hands. Relax.
You just got this one wrong.”
And maybe that’s the truth of it
I guess I’ll wait and see
I feel gaslit by the government
But maybe that’s just me
By Conrad Burdekin
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