Westminster Palace Poem by DM W

Monolithic monument that cannot
Be queried by the crude, quarrelsome ones;
That stands high above the common discourse;
That basks so brightly in its own glory.
Like a modern Babel it feigns omniscience,
And omnipotence beyond objection.
Its ministers are angelic forces,
Who desire the well being of all;
Who wax lyrical about liberty;
For them patriotism is paramount.
They proclaim their nation's pure virtues.
Yet deny dubious foreign adventures
And world wide distribution of weapons.
The manic media echo chamber,
Communicates their gracious gallantry,
And profound commitment to great causes.
Yet their words are cloaked in spurious light;
In a language that doesn't speak to me.
I feel like I'm inside a cathedral:
Here, so prostrate before lesser gods;
Here, in this proud palace of poodles;
You can smell the pungent hypocrisy.