Political Class-less

Double barrelled names playing double barrelled games 

of Russian Roulette,

Sawn off shotgun held to the head of the country.

Is there a single moral left amongst thee?

The priority; political capital with the fanatical,

It’s all slightly hysterical

But not in a funny way, nay, not amusing.

Parties that have no definition, one that can’t even agree ON a definition, and the public signing another ignored online petition.

And the leadership? Too busy checking whose lead has slipped 

in the national polls, 

Save our Souls 

when the ship sinks and the rats flee.

We forage for food in tin cans, spam, jam and condensed milk for stockpiling.

Farage leaves our fair isle, laughing to the Banks that he’s Trumped in his big FX short, smugly smiling.

All the while the blue, red, yellow and green that’s left mix into a shitty shade of brown and there are clowns to the left, jokers to the right and 48% want to be stuck in the middle with the EU.

Fractured City

I walk along on cracked paving stones in a fractured city

With feelings of sadness and anxiety, yet I try to be witty

When asked for my opinion on a political topic,

Despite fears that our future will be fraught and dystopic.

It’s hard to be optimistic with people sleeping on the street,

Ragged clothes on their shoulders, cups of change by bare feet

Discarded by a failing society of the elite

In nylon rubbish bags on a concrete trash heap.

While our attention is focused on nostalgic ideas

Of going back to blue passports and “cheerio, my dears,”

We’re missing problems at home, we should look at ourselves

Before casting blame on migrants or refugees or elves

Or whatever other magical, mystical scapegoat we find,

When it comes to our own faults we seem to be blind.

So if we’re ever to repair this damage that we’ve done

We need to stand and be counted and united as one,

Rebuild and regrow what once was abundant,

Beauty and friendships and all that seems redundant

In this world of “us and them” and he who has more

Where the little guy loses, this can’t be what’s in store

For my children and yours, the next generation,

Let’s not have our nation end up in isolation.