Smile

Reading the recent headlines
Is really chilling to me
A little bit like watching
A Nazi documentary

Scrapping the human rights act
Curbing foreigners greed
Unless they’re the obscenely rich ones
Whose money we supposedly need

But then I look into your eyes
Your mouth with yoghurt filled smile
I realise there’s still some innocence
And it makes life feel worthwhile

Hope

Sometimes the world seems
To be the wrong shape
Sometimes it’s shaded
In the wrong colours
Sometimes there seems
To be little hope about
Sometimes it’s like you’re wading
Through manure and dog ends

But remember…

The world like wet clay
Can always be reshaped
That snow and grey clouds
Are always followed by blue skies and sunshine
When Pandora opened the box
Hope was all that remained
And that all living things
Require compost in which to thrive

Bereft

Is it a victory
For greed; Unlikely,
Since standards of living
Have dropped; More like giving
Away your rights
To free healthcare; And nights
In a home you own.
For the unknown
Cuts that will emerge,
For rich and poor to diverge
Into separate entities,
Divides within cities,
For nature and a social left,
Eroded; Shorn; Bereft.

Farage

He's a cheeky chappie is Nigel
With a pint of beer in his hand
Just a common or garden normal bloke
Not part of the political band.

Let's forget his city trader history
And his public school education
Just ponder the closing of our borders
Of an EU separation.

And leave the foreigners to help themselves
Despite being in need of our aid
Walling up our island shores
In an anti-immigrant crusade.

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.