Tag: Politics
My little Euro Sonnet…
And now at last the fight begins
We have the Outs, we have the Ins
But tell me please, we need to know
Should we stay or should we go.
The argument for staying in
Is sometimes lies and often thin
But then the one for coming out
Is often led by racist shout.
The trouble is they changed the rules
And treated citizens just like fools
The Common Market go ahead
Is not quite what stands in its stead
The people signed for trade back then
So much has changed by stroke of pen.
©Joe Wilson – My little Euro Sonnet…2016
Apologies in lines 3 and 4 for paraphrasing The Clash (1982)
The bullets that put us all to bed…
Among the still wet bloodied bones, the wild dogs pick their way. Chewing at various body parts, they say dogs have their day. And though we feel revulsion at such raw canine behaviour, no one halts the tide of death, in war there is no Saviour.
Many voices raised in shock at photographs like this, while sitting in our nice warm homes, these things give us a miss. Elect the voice of reason and still he goes to war, ‘cause money’s made in killing and politics is a whore.
And so more factories are built and rise up to the sky, they’re making newer weapons, finding different ways to die. Yet people have to have jobs so work amongst this gloom. They never stop to think that, they’re the authors of their own doom.
©Joe Wilson – The bullets that put us all to bed…2016
Where now the promises…
Where now the promises of five years ago
We’d all feel much better, but do we, O no!
Some having now to use a food bank
Children are learning in schools that are dank.
The roads have become a sea of potholes
Zero-hour jobs not much better than dole
Fewer police officers walking the beat
Feeling secure is becoming a treat.
The man at the top expounds thoughts anew
Deputy man has a different view
University fees we won’t let them change
In government though such things rearrange.
Rich businessmen avoid paying tax
Down below credit cards teeter at max
Inflation comes down as they try to impress
But energy bills never get any less.
The silent majority keep a stiff upper lip
As their security starts losing its grip
But it gets barely noticed in the Westminster bubble
For those less than rich will always spell trouble.
Naturally, of course, there’s a different view
From politicians cast in a different hue
All trying to wheedle their way to get votes
Filling our heads with more promissory notes.
Imagine if you will it’s December next year
Do you feel right now that you have less to fear?
Or is it the case that nothing has changed?
Just the furniture in Downing Street got re-arranged.
Maybe in fact it stayed exactly the same
And we voted back in this bad lot to the game
We can blame ourselves later, when we see what we’ve done
Ensuring that actually, we’ve really not won.
©Joe Wilson – Where now the promises…2015
Outrageous fortune…
Voracious the appetite of government departments
Entrapping the citizen in reams of red tape
Bringing out laws that reduce our empowerment
They are in charge…there is no escape!
Woeful the behaviour of said politicians
Claims of expenses for things they don’t need
Peddling half-truths in the Westminster bubble
Those grand good intentions get lost to the greed.
But we do get a chance in May, this year
To say who shall mess up the next, let’s not gripe
Though it matters not where your crosses are placed
They’ll all make us suffer, no matter their stripe.
Patients will still lie in A & E corridors
While over-stretched staff do their best
Sick people die from a lack of attention
The system is wrong and not properly addressed.
The greed will go on, the poor will still lose
While the fortunate will reap the rewards
The disreputable will be given directorships
No men of honour left to fall on their swords.
©Joe Wilson – Outrageous fortune…2015
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