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.