You can hear it vocally, instrumentally
in different varieties:
Coming from the TV in oppositional keys,
asking you to think of them
preferentially and have faith that
they can proficiently run the country.
You don’t have to be a member of
any party to see the dilemma of watching
their hands talking in answer
to different demands on the
budget and education
environmental issues and afghan territory;
and essential governmental reform.
And throughout the uplifting
speeches I can see the public drifting
unable to see through the plastic
in their enthusiastic, almost gymnastic
mannerisms.
and as they continue to be iconoclastic
with their actions
its easy to see sarcastic falseness that
they all endeavour in the drastic
cuts ahead.
With the significant certificates
in frames to substantiate claims that they
are real and know the people and how it is
to live and give in to redundancy and
unemployment. Or what its like to
graduate and end up in a state where a lack
of communication and a combined medication
helps the emotional repression of
struggling through a global recession.
Where fuel prices creep and our nation stays deep
In debt. .
And with the accession of these feeble men
who agree to the progression
of the UK. And though as Britain
we always stand strong I worry of our
public decisions and the rhythms that keep
coming out of the radio-waves.
The black suited Ferrari-drivers.
Who forget what the cold
feels like as they perch on hard-seated benches
floating on a sea of green bills.
surfing through rough high tides.
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