Politicians

You’re the knights of Great Britain

Without the armour, the honesty

And the righteous crusades;

You’re our guardians,

Fighting for supreme guard,

Allowing foes through the gates of Troy;

You’re our representatives,

Of a curse amongst many,

Letting society crumble while preaching of its rise.

 

If I hear crying,

It’s country wide;

If I smell bullshit,

It’s the lies you’re supplying;

If our tax goes up by a little bit,

I know your wallet gets heavier.

 

You’re all incompetent, self obsessed;

You’re all Margaret Thatcher’s -

Preaching good, doing bad.

 

Look outside at all those haunted faces,

We need a Saviour, could that be you?

Got problems left, right and centre:

NHS, wages, prices and population too.

 

Do something or risk revolution,

It’s the only conclusion.

Build now, or we’ll tear it down,

And rise from the ashes.

 

I’m losing hope,

Got depression imminent;

Got to take the dope,

The drink, to keep livin’

In this two sided society with

No way out we’re caught up in.

Author's Note

Wrote this when I was sixteen, when I started to pay more attention to politics and was greatly annoyed by the politicians never answering questions directly and always trying to paint themselves in a positive light and paint their opponents in a negative one. Any comments welcome. This is a poem from one of my poetry books.