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And so we close in
on May
The stage set for a political play
The hustings cleared, speeches written
Parliament prepares, the country will listen
The party faithful are on the streets
Pressed rosettes, pristine pamphlets
Of anonymous faces, vying for our attention
It can only be . . . a General Election
The games afoot, they go on tour,
Platitudes to the rich, promises for the poor
Frozen smiles, insincere handshakes
A traveling circus of ego and ambition
But still we hear, and still we read
And then decide who will lead
And hope for better
But remain unsure
Yet vote I shall, come Election Day
Despite the doubts
And tick the box I believe right
Then switch on the TV . . . and a sleepless night. |
“The poem, entitled 'Election Day' is
a short analysis of the political scene, as I and many others
perceive it. Here in England we have a general election pending in
May, so I thought it a topical subject.”
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