What can the nation say to bring to pass
a reversal of the great morass into which this government is sunk?
No matter what is said and done,
no matter contracts dubiously ‘won’
there is a one-way street –
upon which walks with cantankerous claws
a procession of the unworthy
not fit for office in this country’s heights
not fit to lead, to speak, to write
the like of which we’ve never seen
en masse,
come once more to that great dividing pass
between choices good and bad
Yet seen
are they
for what they are:
poor men and women mired in tar
who’ve taken mantle of governing trust,
coveted titles, self-held
dripping brush
and upon their mutual pact relied
to uphold all that can be denied
as long as it can be denied
until deny becomes defy
trampling ‘right honourable’ underfoot in dust detritus –
that’s what this lot will be remembered for:
profiteering, affairs, deceit
pointless statements
mean conceit
for even when all is seen and heard
they continue to be that lying herd
with dirty mouths, hands, office spaces
woefully inadequate of powerful places
the brash bullies
with chameleon faces
we all know them to be –
BEGONE!
Begone the whole ill unit!
Go! Make your money, have your fun
Go! And let not this blight of political stain rest on you and yours again
You! Who seem to know no shame
Of whom we are ashamed
For with your incompetence and greedy gain
Your nation, your families, mourn in pain
the time, long overdue, to leave
is here
is here
AGAIN!
BEGONE!
BEGONE!
BEGONE!
