Clegg

Credibility for Clegg has passed away
On the U-turn for tuition fees
With forgiveness unlikely regardless
Of the number of his apologies.

Look left, look right, and cross they say
But in the coalition juggernaut
They've been routinely run over by Tory cuts
When they really should have fought.

If he keeps his seat in Sheffied
It will be down to a Tory tactical vote
But betrayal will surely see many seats
Jettisoned from the commons boat.

Milliband

Milliband seems an awkward soul
In a party torn in two
From market neo-liberalism
To removing power from the few.

Public bids for rail franchises
Controls on a rent increase
When they need renationalisation
And more than just a three year lease.

As for the stone carved pledges
That smack of a PR stunt
A sign of desperation perhaps
When he knows he should be out in front.

Cameron

Cameron is a class above
Or at least he thinks it so
By virtue of birth and education
Looking down on those below.

The shirkers and the workshy
Or the unlucky to be poor
The disabled with an extra bedroom
Used as an equipment store.

Let them be grateful for a food bank
While the cash ones refuse to lend
Where only living standards for the rich
Are showing an upward trend.

Apart

Just like the raindrops

That fall from a clear blue sky,

Cultural and financial poverty

Sits amidst the shadows

Of tall towers.

Homes to fancy hotels,

Overpriced dinners

In swanky surroundings,

And a sense of privilege.

Serviced by a zero hours,

minimum waged underclass.

In the Venn diagram of life,

The rich would love to believe

That the social circles never touch.

But as they push,

And bounce off each other,

These bubbles of unreality

Will surely burst.

Stone

All they do is mock
When a man sets out to achieve
While they remain in hock
To corporations
Without clause to leave

It’s easier to berate
To say where another is incorrect
Than to put forth in debate
An alternative
Which can be checked

They keep them hidden away
Policies they haven’t shown
But his will forever stay
Etched out
In a slab of stone

Rumble

Tragedy in Nepal

Shift’s the ground for us all.

Quaking through

The safety of our own lives,

The cracks

Between our lifestyles

Are never so more apparent.

Neither the fissures

That separate our own societies,

Or the belief

That we control nature.

As the mountains rumble,

They speak for the Earth.

Icons of a force

Far stronger than we can wield

Other than our ability

For our own self destruction.

We may feel remote,

But compassion can lend a hand,

And thoughts

Are just as powerful as actions.

Only through social ideas

Of respect, and equality,

Can we drive humanity

To a fairer future,

For planet and population.

Stances

We'll all skip around as springtime is here,
Wave coloured flags so our party is clear,
Celebrate that you can't separate our stances,
Erecting a non-polish pole for our dances.