The Grey Politician
The grey man dressed as he spoke
in dreary monotonous phrases
expounded under cold monotone sky
My concentration drifted angrily
a question in my mind
‘How dull does he think we are?’
I must take action, my ears have closed
the fists have tightened
The adrenaline has risen.
I shall paint his tired ego brightly
with rainbow coloured words
drawn from nature’s dictionary
Rudely, perhaps crudely even
display my chagrin, explain
modulate and express in fiery tone
If a politician you feel to be
discard your paper speeches
and speak freely from the heart
Then I in my madness
Might
Vote for you!
An echo of feelings I often have, Mel. Well versed and said!
ReplyDeleteTristram in Stratford, Ont, Canada said:
ReplyDeleteThe poem is perfection and a unique sense of Druid
accurate view
too ; my friend a mirror indeed of my feelings for
things political
thank you so much for this iconic work
Tristram
What a splendid piece.
ReplyDeleteYes, they are grey ...
ReplyDeleteSaying the same thing with different words. Over and over and over.
Well done! You have captured my sentiments in your own words!
So very true, Mel!
ReplyDeleteIf only you would stand for parliament - You'd certainly have my vote :)
No fear of that Ygraine I'd have to move countries :)
DeleteI love this bit:
ReplyDelete"Rudely, perhaps crudely even
display my chagrin, explain
modulate and express in fiery tone"
Thanks for sharing!