Out of dire need, i went to the high offices of those we stood in winding queues to elect.
You know, the representatives of the people, by the people, for the people, of our democracy
I found a demoncracy
An alien outlier society of people so detached from our lives.
People with heads above the clouds
Too proud to stoop down low
And talk to me sitting on a cobbled floor
The chair and settee embossed in gold too precious for me to sit.
Deadly dialectical deals
For many working there meals on wheels
You said it
I felt it.
I turned on my weary heels
No one cared how it feels
Went home by bus
God help us!