Blue Poppies

Blue Poppies

Blue Poppies line the hallways
Of the conquering elite
With gerrymandered battle lines
And votes spent obsolete
A ruck of broken promises
In manifestoes blue
Tainted with a yellow streak
A jaundiced yellow hue
A taxing puzzle built on lies
A jigsaw of mistruths
‘They want to play a game’ it seems
Crossed out in voting booths
A game devoid of colours
Drained of atmosphere
A coalition tired, spent
A landscape still austere
Despite the sacrifices made
With lower rungs so cut
Freezes waged at zero
And voting stations shut
The sentence for our ignorance
A stretch from 4 to 5
Good behaviour is expected,
We won’t be getting ‘life’
As British lions lose their steel
And Dragons’ fire reigns
Reactions chain cross country
Rerouting tracks and trains
With common raises in the house
And food banks on the rise
In politics, we blueprint wars
Its truth that first must die
With poppies plastered on lapels
Shopped photos, pixel red
A dying mass, a country screwed
At least the pig was dead!
Dead but not forgotten
Carving up the shares
Sending stock to abattoirs
For fat cats who don’t care
When perfect livestock’s rundown
And rendered obsolete
It’s sold for silver pieces
This Tory is complete
With 5 years of hard taxing
And 5 more at the most
Is it too much for the asking,
To judge first past the post
With a democratic tasking
A simple show off hands
‘Stead of Cheshire cats left basking
Growing fat of all the land
With rival horses hobbled
From the wrong side of the tracks
Taxing… sly… we’re nobbled
Butchers sculpting with an axe
And still the horses gamble
Despite the weighted deck
Through mud slung, firm they ramble
Trying not to break a leg
On rucks of empty promises
As hollow as the last
Scheduled five years from now
Echoes… future, past
Lost balance 'midst back benches
In this media led war
Blue poppies line the trenches,
and constituents… in scores