We have this unfortunate premise that we got everything right,
With our appointed judges and senators given the green light,
With a constitution that’s too difficult to alter or change,
And then it gets worse because we don’t think of this as strange.
No proportional representation or binding referendums,
Therefore we can’t give our pompous politicians ultimatums,
And we can’t have death with dignity because that’s a sin,
In our system only selected appointees always win.
We can’t have propositions because no one knows what they are,
Can’t have set-date elections because that might be bazaar,
A plebiscites could be important but what are they about?
Can’t have one because the people are not allowed to have clout.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem