The Rise And Fall Of Political Man Poem by alan brown

His thoughts distilled as water passed eddies of time within his devious mind.
Words whirled in never ending swirling dreams as he confronted his inner self.
Fighting events beyond his control he fell deeper into his none forgiving sole living as the moments came and went in his devious thoughts.
Dreams were never part of his daily toil only a hindrance in the back waters of his blackened mind, helping only to gain his willing demise on common men.
Reforming distant traditions held only by his forbearers in a house of wigged imposters, laying down pungent thoughts of men on men.
Bewitched, Beguiled, Mr Speaker ranted on disowning even his past gladiators that held his quest in coherent thought.
Enemies lay in wait, drawing strength of words within the gallery of men speaking hate and sympathy for all that stood within the hearing of his plaintive tongue.
The words that flowed with ought a thought sank deep within the chamber, giving birth to cries of yah and nay from the mouths of his fellow conspirators', only to vent their gain, upon the members sitting endlessly, while politics waited in vain.
In solitude he stumbled on with no one listening to his woeful song, politically correct, politically right his thoughts went on without respite.
His constituents listened to him with woeful thought.
For this politician had now lost their vote.