Sunday, 3 July 2016


(  dedicated to Boris Johnson among others)

Trespassing over our days,
casting splintered division,
vulgar voices of opportunity,
transmit conscious ideology,
to pull tomorrow's hope down,
then abandon us as the days get harder,
because they cannot play out,
the role that they promised,
bruising our memories,
alter what could have been,
take back what they said,
while taking everything they can,
dreams within our reach they steal,
lining grubby pockets with silver,
storm off with plotted intention,
still  thinking they know it all,
vacuous morality exposed
wearing gilded smiles
they retreat and run away,
forget the rest of us,
entrenched deeply,
in their deceit and lies.

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