A new year dawns, another day
For Sadiq’s hubris to hold sway.
We mourned the passing of England’s Queen
For 70 years she reigned supreme
Last year was gruesome, even mean,
Now gone and just another meme.
The coming time is not attractive
With guns and rockets fully active.
One scarcely hopes that peace can reign
In world bedevilled with leaders vain.
But let us ponder for a while
How much remains that is not vile.
The Sun still shines, the world is green
Despite dissenting prophet’s spleen,
Life abounds in awesome might
And days will grow to spite the night
We’ll stagger on towards our doom
But still some things defy the gloom.
A leafy oak, a tinkling stream
Allow us still to keep our dream.
Politicians take us down
Beneath imperious, petulant frown
But they are fleeting e’en at their best
In truth, they never pass the test
Of competence and honesty
The people don’t speak well of thee.
Despite their sad attempts to rule
We ever know they play the fool.
Democracy has had its day
And stark oppression seeks to stay.
But we, the people, won’t be cowed
By demagogues, however loud.
We spurn their views, their subtle fog
As we would spurn a rabid dog.
The writing’s there upon the wall,
We shall prevail and they shall fall.
The time is coming, we shall see
When siren calls of liberty
Reject oppression, ‘t’will never do,
We are many, they are few.
Now, politicians we surmise
Are short on truth and big on lies.
Pontification is their art
But actions they will never start.
Prevarication every time,
Activity a dreadful crime.
When politics is just a joke,
What hope is there for simple folk?
Carpe diem is the call,
Remove the shysters, one and all.
It can be done, it will be done,
Could even be a lot of fun.
To see politicos suffering hell
Would be cathartic, fun as well.
Too long has greed defined our shore
Quoth the Raven, nevermore.
Then can joys remain extant,
Without the necessary pant,
For sunny dreams and joy unbound.
We know, with effort, they’ll still be found.
A country lane, a cheerful walk,
Avoid the chattering classes talk.
The country can arise again,
Without the politicians’ bane,
If we awake and do our bit
They shall not hear the last of it.
It can be done, it will be done
And we can rediscover fun.
Arise then people, regain your land,
It can be done by your fair hand.
Begone the tyrants villainy,
We can and will be ever free.
Libertas, Justitia, Veritas.
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