ian dog hughes
Election - Poem by ian dog hughes
Britain's newest Soap Opera is here and it won't last long
It's going to show BRITISH POLITICS and why it's so very wrong.
From leafy lanes in our countryside, to moorlands open and wide
to towns, hamlets, villages and homes by a rivers side,
From terraced streets to shingled drives to mountain-sided shacks
to sold off council houses, to cities high rise flats
The electorate wait with baited breath to see who'll tickle their fancy, do I go with her or him, all of this is rather chancey
The 'Suits' emerge with grinning faces, rosettes to the fore, 'Our lady's right! ' 'Our chap's the one! ' - each acting like a whore
for your vote they'll do anything, platitudes thrown about like confetti
'Our candidate's here', the bullhorn shouts, ..... he's large and leering and sweaty
Career politicians with no clue of the working world
from within the Westminster clique- say they understand everything they've heard.
From an electorate who've been throttled and now have had enough
these politicians, agree and smile and promise more, without pulling their snouts out of the trough
The Reds have lost their fraternity, they're richer than some Blues
nobody's there for the working man, each way he turns he'll lose.
Food banks, living on hope, a health service in pain, MP's claiming for fresh air, pensioners going hungry,
Platitudes, lies, deceit, cuts, austerity, poor education, unemployment, more cuts - guess why the voters are angry?
The Blues say 'All is well' they're coining it by renting, to each a slum, damp walls 'Pay up! ' this Landlord's not relenting
Your disability really doesn't exist, throw away your wheel-chair, your monies stopped, go get a job - and by the way, 'We Care'
Mental illness doesn't exist - you look healthy, well and fine
I'll tell you what your problem is - and it's only in your mind
The middle ground is Yellow, with its watery bearing, but sleeping with The Tories shows, they're as equally uncaring.
Having a side that sees all points was how they used to be, they've sold out now, shot their bolt, they won't get a cross from me.
'Winning Here' their banners say, they have never really won,
They sold their soul, last time around for their moment in the sun
Colours of every hue and shade try to fill in the spaces, there's purples, golds, whites and greens, and still more grinning faces;
your concern's turned into pain and fears and worry and even hate, all is lost, bolt all your doors, chain up and slam the gate
Fears are issues, that we'll address, there's far too many thugs, migrants, religious lunatics and that lot live on drugs!
Lost words like fairness, benevolence, honesty and trust, confidence, society are all trodden in the dust
Our schools, once palaces of learning, hope and team spirit, are now prisons of the mind and where results hold little merit,
Your passes will get you little; Uni degrees won't get that career, to the young setting out on lifes great quest, work is riddled with fear
Unless you're from the privileged class where Daddy will get you a job, you'll be on the scrap heap by 25- you'll be a worthless yob,
Society holds very little, for the worker who pays his dues, 'Fairness for all not just the elite' - don't let the politicians choose
Lib'rals, Lefties, Tories, Nationalists, Independents and a clutch of One-Trick-Ponies,
No matter the colour, the sentiment, WE KNOW THAT THEY'RE ALL PHONIES
All we want is food on the table and what's called a living wage
A roof over our heads, a peaceful life and life to a decent age
In years gone by, this Nation's young, selfless, brave and giving; laid down their lives, for a better future without a single misgiving
This land became an Eden, of hope, fairness and industry, they fought and died for the British way, not just for you and me
Their sacrifice was made for all, for every colour and creed, they never knew their selflessness, would be hijacked by politician's greed
POLITICIANS, you're a despised sect, there to line your own pockets; spare funds for the needy? Not a chance, they're for guns and bombs and rockets.
THE REAL CONCERNS SHOULD BE THE OLD, THE DISABLED, THE NEEDY AND LOST
BUT POLITICIANS FORGET WHAT THEY'RE THERE FOR, THEY MAKE OTHERS PAY THE COST
THEIR LACK OF THOUGHT & LOVE & CONCERN, SHOW WHAT SOCIETY'S BECOME
YOU'RE PAID TO SERVE AND MAKE THINGS RIGHT, BUT YOU TAKE THE MONEY AND RUN
REMEMBER WHAT THEY TELL YOU BEFORE YOU GO AND VOTE, 'CAUSE ONCE THEY ARE IN POWER THEY FORGET OF ALL THE THINGS THEY WROTE,
WITHIN THEIR MANIFESTO AND WHAT THEY SAID AT YOUR FRONT DOOR, ALL THE PROMISES FALL APART AND ALL THE THINGS THEY SWORE.
I LOOK AT MODERN DAY POLITICIANS AND I DON'T LIKE WHAT I SEE, NOT ONE OF THEM IS A 'COMMON' MAN, THE LIKES OF YOU AND ME.
WE VOTE THEM IN, FOR GOOD, FOR BAD, WE DO IT FOR OUR SINS - BUT WHATEVER COLOUR WE VOTE IN.....REMEMBER, THE GOVERNMENT ALWAYS WINS
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