Belonging Poem by John A'Hern

Roll up, roll up, tickets are free
the circus is in town that is plain to see.
The ringmasters shout the invites loud and proud
beware the tickets, read small print not so sound.
Tickets to hell and heaven your choice
Politics, sport, all played and rejoiced.
Stairways up and stairways down
Take your pick, free for now.
Turmoil surrounds the human flood
Are they friends or are they foes?
Not much time for too and fro,
the human flood is constantly changing.
We put our faith in voted in governments
you had your choice, a tick in this space.
Now people gather unsure of choice
did I vote for that?
Apparently not.
Now thoughts turn to something more serious
A game of sport between two nations.
Born in one adopted by the other,
Heart torn in half laughing at the banter.
Time now visits this sporting parade,
Off to bed in one, unless staying up
Daytime hours in other easy enough.
Know both anthems that are a breeze
Cry during both it is not easy.
It is only a game, the cry is heard,
Not for those who really care.