Bring On This Clown

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There is no point to sit and stare,
Not much to see, don’t not much care.
Choice now made with cross in box,
Can’t now dwell on future shocks.
Tighten belts and count the cost,
Of not much gained and what we’ve lost.
Lies to truths are now converted,
The course of justice now perverted.
Trust lies shattered on the floor,
Horses bolted from stable door.
Prospects bleak – midwinter’s here,
Nothing left to clap or cheer.
Five years on, where will be,
Nowt but bread and jam for tea?
So wrap up warm against this cold,
The time’s not right for actions bold.
Life’s what happens as you make your plans,
Hold it safe in steady hands.
Do not complain, gripe or groan,
It’s not by you this seed was sown.
Speak quietly of what you know is right,
Hide not the truth from others sight.
It will be brief in times long span,
A time to think, a time to plan.
Let this world of ours unglue,
For you and I know what’s true.
Fragmentation now awaits,
Bring on this clown with spinning plates.

 

©Keith Murphy