I have to admit it. I’m worried sick.
To be more accurate, I’m sick. And I’m worried.
I am sick of grasping business executives who squeeze every pennyfrom those under financial pressure, while awarding themselves a bloated financial package. Sick of bank bosses being given million pound farewell bonuses.
Sick of the obscenely wealthy demanding more. hose who only lift their snouts out of the trough longenough to demand our respect.
I’m sick of companies hiding the true cost of products and services in small print, then making it impossible for the consumer to escape the contract.
I am sick of the great establishments that were once trustworthy, now bowing to greed, while using deceit and semantics to line their pockets.
No guilt about filching somebody else’s hard-wom earnings.
I am sick of a system that protects the criminal and persecutes the victim. Sick of so much red tape that it’s impossible not to unwittingly fall foul of the law.
Sick of the situation where old folks are abandoned and left to rot in care homes while the violent jailbird is given food, warmth, and TV.
Sick of being told that those husbands and wives, mothers and fathers who are working long shifts in the bitter cold of winter to feed and clothe their families - should also support the feckless and the lazy.
Sick of religions that wrap themselves in gold and blood while forcing their views upon the masses.
Sick of the sexualisation of children.
And worried? Yes, I am worried - but not for me.
I am worried for those innocents not yet born who will grow up in a society that is unravelling through greed and avarice. I am old enough to know what it was like to live in an age of innocence. And I am glad of it.
But, yes, I am worried for the young. Worried sick.