The time for cool heads and democracy…

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And so it begins
The dawn of a new era
In which there are
Those of us…many,
Who are sceptical
And yet also fearful
For the future.

Perhaps we should be wary
But maybe
We should give the day
To which every dog
Is entitled
Its chance
Why?

Because that is democracy
And that is the way
We do things…

©Joe Wilson – The time for cool heads and democracy…2017

The image is meant as a metaphor for the ridiculousness of it all.

Your cake and eat it…

They’ll say we got what we deserved
We vote for our way of life preserved
A coin that’s view-able from both sides
Along with other stuff besides.
Yet in these days of clever soundbites
Where truth is lost in political dogfights
Where some don’t read their own manifesto
How can voters possibly know!

So trust becomes a thing now gone
You look at leaders and there is not one
For in each you simply have no faith
As Democracy steals away like a wraith.
And if we got who we deserved
What chance our way of life preserved.

©Joe Wilson – Your cake and eat it….2016

The seat of democracy…

That that is the seat of such wisdom
The home of our so-called democracy
Shamefully now filled with self-servers
In seats oft retained by hypocrisy.

It remains as it was and ever shall be
Ye, even from birth in Ancient Greece
The privileged make wealth and all of the rules
We the mob, are just there to fleece.

And in that place of such pretence
They hack at each other like fools
While under the guise of good manners
Disdain and sarcasm their oft-wielded tools.

And now we the mob, get to view the exchange
They presume that it keeps us amused
But we voted for representation
And we’re not, trust and faith are abused.

For democracy to work for the masses
Those elected must place people first
But sadly, this is rarely ever the case
It will remains that for which we all thirst.

©Joe Wilson – The seat of democracy…2016

Following yesterdays (24 February 2016) exchanges in the House of Commons, in which our Prime Minister resorted to attacking the Opposition Leader on his lack of sartorialism, and the general, but vicious banality of exchanges, these observations came to me. Those we elect behave like baying wolves trying to metaphorically draw blood from those opposite. We don’t elect them for this. Not one of them deserves our trust.

This of course is my personal opinion.

The Pointlessness of This Kind of Death

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He stood there with his banner in protest,
wanting no more of his people to die.
But the militiaman guarding the building
fired his gun and he took his last sigh.

Why do people stand there in protest
with others who are of the same mind?
And why did the man fire his weapon
and kill a citizen with whom his name rhymed?

The politics go round and gets nowhere
while poor people have to queue just for bread.
And as long as the ones with the guns hold the cards
in that place DEMOCRACY is dead!

The militiaman was beaten to death by a mob
as the media filmed it, we’re depressed.
The man, he lay broken in the rubble and mess
nothing changed in the continuing unrest.

 

©Joe Wilson – The Pointlessness of This Kind of Death 2014