It’s hard to believe that I wrote this poem back in January 2017. It is not my usual style of poetry at all as I tend to normally steer clear of politics in my writing. However, in the current political climate, it still seems to resonate with me so I wanted to share it.
Out there dressed in twin set and pearls.
Shaking hands as the country unfurls.
So much hatred we’ve gone to war,
Who knows what horrors there are in store.
Down the line what we will find.
Now that democracy changed our mind.
Off on junkets they will often race,
Attempts at how to just save face.
We married at leisure now repent in haste,
Try as they can to trim the waste.
Skirting the issue, they start to hedge,
On the precipice out on a ledge.
Will others decide to sever all ties,
Or see the truth behind the lies.
So busy whilst they cover their tracks.
They fail to reach, such an anticlimax.
They thought that they were such cutting edge,
But the base of the barrel they will dredge.
We worry about it and rue the day,
That our parliament voted Theresa May.