Poetry – Elections


Elections with crosses deciding our fate.

Philosophies and creeds in all different shapes

With the hopes of millions the weak and the great.

The jubilant and despondent pondering the course

Of the campaigns and voting – their whims and their source

Now fixed in concrete as the electorate endorse.

The country waits with bated breath

To watch the outcomes, promotions and death

To see the dust settle and find what is left.

All have expectation,

All have their dreams,

But always in politics

It’s not what it seems.

The pursuit of power

Undermines the ideals,

In political parties

It’s a battle of wills

People are lost

Amid the blood and the cuts

As the big-wigs promote self

With no ifs and no buts.

Care and consideration

Receive a refusal

In the heat of government

It’s business as usual.

Opher – 8.6.2017

Watching the antics of the Tory Brexiteers as they play out their games, jostling for position to gain power without a care for the people they represent. The country comes a long way second, if not third.

In politics it is not about what is best for the country. That always comes last. Sometimes it is about what is good for the party, even if that is bad for the rest of us. But really it is just about self and selfish aims as the ambitious prats are prepared to stab their best friends in the back, dump their party in the sewage and promote themselves with every dirty trick. It’s all about winning.

Selfishness and greed are the motives. There are no rules.

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