Lost in the politics of it all

‘Who the fuck, are you?’

You may well ask that of your self; as of me
I have many names; but you can call the ghost of all you’re Christmas’s past.

For you have led a life of excess
From the opulence of office, at the dispatch box, or whilst pressing the flesh
It’s all been in the name of democracy and the votes counted.

An MP for here or there
A Parliamentary safe seat was all that mattered
That second home in the city; the comfortable country pile, money in the kitty
The old school tie at the gentleman’s club, backhanders for favours, making money hand over fist.
It all beats work and makes it all worth while.

So when you get caught as surely as you must
When all is failing crashing down around your ears
Forced you’ll stand up and regrettably say you’re sorry’s
Offer token gesture; to pay back your half-a-crown.

Again! You ask. ‘Who the fuck, are you?’

I could answer I’m your conscience; but you have none
No I am the spirit of a solider fallen in battle for the want of a gun.
A victim of your need for greed and in-efficiencies
Now there’s another Mother grieving for a son.

Take advantage of TV opportunity
Provision of meagre pension to heal the loss of a son and with lip serviced thanks, kind words you console
Whilst I was alive; I was her pride and joy
Sent money home to a family used to being on the breadline always on the dole
I was a constituent; just another of those face’s that you never know

A Member of Parliament; was once a title to revere!
Money purloiner, Mistrustful person; charlatans all here
This is the legacy built as you feathered your nest

‘Just who the fuck, are you?’ from you I once again hear.

When I am gone another will come and show you a future; within a day.
Heed well all that your hear and see
Learn to be culpable and without reproach; not a public waste of cash, the state pariah you have been, the blood sucking leach the low life cockroach.

Now there is a new beginning a change approaches
A change for all; be you Liberal, Conservative, Labour or other
Don’t rely on voter’s apathy ‘What? Change; they’re all the same, why bother!’
You may be mandated a clean sheet, repair the damage, put the country back on its feet; make amends
Listen to the people which ever of you gets to hold the power.
The public of this Country demand respect
It’s in your hands you can make it happen; if not for your self then every hard working, decent, honest person who are asking PLEASE, don’t treat us like imbeciles.
You now have time to ponder, your fate and path to choose and if that fate makes us meet again
You can tell of a man changed; who gained respect, turned his Country around and became great.

You can then tell me who the fuck YOU ARE!