Election Sonnet [poem]

One vote, one rhyme

Mere weeks now before we'll at last have been polled,

invited from all of the options extolled

to choose with our crosses the people who’ll hold

[the] positions of power (they won’t ‘break the mould’).

They’ll whistle to scare us to stay in the fold

with views of the world that have long since grown cold:

[where] we’ll only be safe if the streets are patrolled

and [the] wealthy or poor (take your pick) are controlled

with [the] money that comes from the young, or the old,

and [the] proceeds from assets refinanced or sold

to anyone bearing a bucket of gold

(the handcuffs intended to shackle the bold).

Imagine if, somehow, by voting we told

the whole bloody lot – you’re no longer involved.

[If there's a photo down here it was added August 2017 as part of blog refresh.  Photo is either mine or is linked to where I found it. Make of either what you will.]