Our 'glorious' Nation (May,2018) Poem by DM W

So resistant to change of any kind,
This nation plods on; ignoring the signs
That spell its doom. Please try and understand
That there is no vision; only half baked plans.
We just procrastinate. We don't react
Fast to serious matters; that's a fact!
Rigid structures restrict England's dreaming.
From monarchy and parliament to sporting
Teams. From public services and the Arts,
To the courts. We're still stumbling in the dark!
We're mere subjects, not true citizens.
Archaic, iron rules can never bend.

We are living in a land of philistines.
Yet some still claim that we're doing just fine.
As long as the pub beer keeps on flowing;
As long as footballers keep on playing;
As long as London's grand bankers are thriving;
As long as the homeless are merely surviving.
Meanwhile Beauty's roses are withering;
And the wild birds are no longer singing.

O this is still a land ruled by elites
And populated with 'peasants'. It's like
No one can see it. Perhaps that is due
To the propaganda spewed out as 'News'.
O we're sold the old lie that we all live;
In a thriving democracy. What gives?
We're told that there is now no class system;
Only meritocracy. Where's wisdom?
Where's truth? When will the scales finally
Fall from people's eyes; so they can clearly
See what is happening to them? It seems
That for now, at least, they're content to bury
Their hopes and dreams. O we who still seek change
Will keep struggling on; we'll just have to wait.