Parliamentary Poem by ENOCH JOHN

In this 'august' chamber echo voices
For it's here we are given choices
The splitting of hairs
The raising of fears;
All this and more
Is the work of the parliament.
The debate over wars
Sometimes for a worthy cause
For fact and fiction
And dubious circumstance
Men square off against each other
But the masses don't even bother
For it's all just a game
That's done in parliament's name.

Notwithstanding the debate
Life remains in a state;
As man looks for the remedy,
It sometimes leads to comedy.

At times in the parliament
One hears all kinds of comment.
It's like a great merry go-round
Yet some wouldn't even make a sound.