Quite what the future holds
I am not one to predict
There are sound bites playing
From every political division
What is fact or fiction
The mass hysteria
Fed through a media
To the hungry public
Disrupts popular opinion
Missinformation
Creates a public division
Hate crime
Still, still they play their game
In high end office's
Governance
Elected to betray
I have no idea what awaits
Or what it will bring to me
Brexit spoken in whispers
What it is or will be
Only hope holds
I await it's end
And the new beginning
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Matthew, a well penned political poem....10+++++
Thank you, always a difficult task writing political but happy with these results