I’m hungry, but  for you I’ll always wait

The ready roasted chicken on its plate
The roast potatoes ,kale and podded peas
I’m hungry and I do not want to wait

Now I hear the clicking of the gate
The whisper of the wind among the trees
The ready roasted chicken on its plate

You’re never more than twenty minutes late
The trains are crowded, nowhere one can read.
I’m hungry and I do not want to wait

I remember you were working with no break
For nowadays  we ‘re electric in our greed.
The ready roasted chicken on its plate

So  love is hard in such un-knighted states
We want  acceleration in our speed
I’m angry  for there is no real debate

The country’s growing nothing now  but weeds
The Education sector is diseased.
The  cold ,gold roasted chicken on its plate
I’m hungry, but  for you I’ll always wait