If
If there were railings I could lock myself to,
I’d be there, rattling my chains like Marley’s ghost.
If there were a horse I could accost with a ribbon,
I’d brave those thundering hooves in an instant.
If there were a petition that mattered a good God-damn
I’d sign and share till the cows come trundling home.
If there were a politician whose interests extend beyond
Feathering their own nest and feeding their ego
Then I’d be banging down their surgery door,
Sitting down to thrash out a series of proposals.
But there isn’t. There’s all of us, bamboozled
Bewildered, bolshie and battered half to death,
Trying to keep our own heads above water
And fighting for a place on the life raft.
May we all heed, while there is time!
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hear hear!
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Oh, I COMPLETE relate to this poem, Viv – nicely put!
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Thank you!
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This is just what I needed at exactly the right time. First time I’ve been on this site too…maybe fate stepped in.
Thank you
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You are very welcome. I’ve been away, hence the delay for the comment approval.
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