The Fall Of Uk Politics Poem by Daniel Richards

Feet of the ground and roaming round
Looking down at all I see,
Funny things out in the night people choose not to see,
Babies hungry with dreams which they cannot reach,
But yet we just walk on by, with all we know and how we speak
I often wonder how and why the shadows act as social covers in the streets

The homeless lay freezing as we pass without a peak,
It’s rude to look but not rude to ignore a human beings fallen feat
One ideal is one we can all share and speak
But yet we divide and hide behind are stresses tolls,
That outweigh any other thought action or search for peace

Chain to the grind stone, cuffed by credit,
Fallen and dreaming of financial gain or loss or maybe a fantasy becoming the boss
And this is what’s wrong with the world to day,
Powers that become are the same lost minds numb to the pain of any but one,
Selfish emotional retreat, for you have the power, and remove the words we could speak to appease an accomplishment sitting proud,
Whilst driving all but yours faster and faster into the ground

Thank you labour, thank you Blair, now you’ve left we’ve got brown instead
The sun failed to rise the day labour took the ministerial prize,
But three turns in office cause corruption and demise

When this day arrives….,
Ill watch carefully with the driest of eyes