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Flies in the Ointment.

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A draft. I'll probably do revisions when I read it again in a couple of days or weeks when I see faults. .

A politician’s promise is comparable to dirt.
Put your trust in shady snakes and you’ll wind up without your shirt.
What’s written in their bio is a shadow of what seems.
Their policies are counterparts to bait and switching schemes.

The flag they fly flaps in the wind of profit, and of greed.
With each new speech another lie is planted like a seed.
Our taxes and our healthcare costs are rising up my arse.
The price of steak and a dozen eggs makes my wallet sparse.

The government is earning doner’s millions, gaining smiles.
The president wants more redactions blacking out the files.
We place our hope in politics and change, but it’s no cinch.
Don’t hold your breath, those rivals in the house won’t move an inch.

Transparency is something that you’d likely have to buy.
Two protesters are in their graves, and I can’t fathom why.
We now debate from videos who engineered the spark.
I don’t know where we’re going, but this nation’s growing dark.

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    1. Tim….there isn’t much anyone can do to get democracy back to its original intention.Still, if we don’t keep writing about it,as you have here,then who will?
      The old adage, ‘you get the government you deserve’ seems to playing out across all western democracies but especially so in USA where only money matters.
      It’s taken a long time for the dollars and the bastards to get absolute power…they will never surrender it.
      I’m still smiling and won’t let them grind me down.
      Cheers mate.

    2. Pretty much whatever they say to get elected is bullshit. All are guilty, too. There is no good politician in the higher echelons. I guess they can’t really be anymore. Too much chaos in all parties and at all desks. And yes, money is the controller.
      We can hope for improvement all we want. There will never be, again. Just less bad, if we are lucky.

      Well delivered message, Tim.

    3. Sharp teeth in a suit, and still the poem doesn’t flinch—love how you chew the rot of politics without losing your voice.
      The grit of truth bites, but you carry it kindly, like a warning whispered in a smoky bar.

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