Watching Democracy Die Poem by Matthew Holloway

It's a very British way of life
We do not complain all the time
Sadly I cannot sit back no more
While I watch democracy die
Upon the political floor

The wealthy they buy and bribe
All they can to protect their lifes
The opposition climb up to their side
Till non are the other option no more
Who will stand for the little man
The people oft trampled upon
When all are bought and sold
For such a lavish lifestyle
I guess a conscience grew old

And when we the people stand
And make our votes be heard
Whispers on the corridors of power
Seek to silence that uncivil herd
So they change the rules
And boundaries of office
To protect their shrinking club
Only the good and the great
May pay their way inside
The political elite these days

And so where do we stand
Our voices drowned out
Our lives seemingly dammed
Dare we rebel and fight
Dare we shout and scream
So the rich no no longer ignore
We the people they serve

I watch in fear and dread
Old democracy in its dying way
And ask who stands with me
To protect tomorrow and the following day