I guess we’ve all said what we want to say,
When all’s said and done by the end of the day,
Are we any the wiser to issues in play?
Can we say we now know as we turn away?
But opinions that are built on shifting sand,
Will soon blow away from the palm of your hand.
And decisions informed by an evil lie,
Deserve only to bend, wither and die.
Seeds of doubt sown, targets they meet,
Short term impact, the life of a tweet.
Our democracy carjacked by suited buffoons,
But we are the ones left looking like fools,
The agents of Capitalism who always blame ISIS,
Are the worst sorts in power in a human crisis,
They moved swiftly to shore up their ill-gotten gains,
Whilst we battled a virus of misery and pain.
Their patronising briefings suggest it’s our fault,
In a way that’s true as we’ve lost the plot.
The science is twisted to fit with their story,
Well, what do you expect from a self-serving Tory?
With bar charts that baffle, a twinkle in their eyes,
The silk-smooth conceit as they spin their lies,
We deserve to be fleeced like sheep on the run,
If we elect as our leaders Putin, Trump and Johnson.
Masters of saying what we want to hear,
Then after they’ve won there’s confusion and fear,
Served up with a large dollop of regret,
For those who survive, what fate will be met?