Another Charles, is on the throne,
and parliament’s still sick,
surely, I am not alone,
who wants to brandish; stick,
as duties are rescinded, turned into nothing; more,
than to have a good day, for a civil war,
since Gordon’s poor recession,
people have been blanked,
Westminster’s snobby session
means; we have to form our ranks,
abused is the right; that casts our vote upon the floor,
cold shoulder’s, a good day, for a civil war,
reshuffle the same villains,
hinders all such changes,
“looking” at street killings,
from our tax paid granges,
too long this division is; them rigging every law,
that sanctions, a good day, for a civil war,
Starmer out, Burnham in,
burn in; all the same,
think like dear old Fairfax; him
who wouldn’t take the blame,
but the only death warrant’s: a public that’s ignored,
chopping up a good day, for a civil war,
two victims, to a treason,
the monarch, and the people,
no ointment; for soul lesion
such money keeps such steeple,
keeping Charles: the merry, as we; do live, abhor,
praying for a good day, for a civil war,
if Cromwell, can ban Christmas,
the house we can dissolve,
as brittle is our isthmus
when MPs; pass no resolve,
thus; our self-sufficiency; finds sense in Marston Moor,
to find again, a good day, for a civil war!
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- Comment from author about the poem: If two kings called Charles, and a lord protector called Cromwell can dissolve parliament, so can a disrespected people. Right now the relationship between the British government and the British people, has never been so distantly vile! The government: decidedly ignorant to the opinions of their constituencies, and instead feed their own selfish agendas, that perpetuates the class divide, means that, the people: are always angry as a result, thus protests galore suffocate the streets, which most likely end in violence. It would seem, that as an extreme measure, a new civil war is brewing, but this time it won't be royalist Cavaliers against Roundhead parliamentarians, it could be (will be), the parliamentarians versus the people they have so offended! In conclusion, our conduct as a species is nothing more than a prolonged gruesome game, where all the rules are being both made and broken. Also, a bitter notion that death of Ann Widdecombe, a popular former MP, may have been murdered by a "freedom fighter", fighting against the establishment, because of such over-repeated discourtesy in both Westminster and on the streets! I give you this poem, which is packed full of references, that shouldn't have happened, but did, I hope that you enjoy and take something from this poem, I really do hope that a civil war doesn't occur, and as always, please do stay safe in the madness everyone! Rest in peace, Ann Widdecombe!
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Politics, history and social conflict all in one poem well written with good flow and rhyme. Nicely done
Thanks for the read and for your heartwarming praise sorenbarrett, it is very much appreciated, and I am glad that you have particularly enjoyed this one.
I hope that all is well.
You are most welcome my friend hope all is well with you
Such very true words Ben, will we ever have a good life in our country again?
Andy
Thanks for the read Andy, and for your lovely comment, it is very much appreciated.
In attempt to answer your troubling question though, it purely depends on whether humanity want to reinvent themselves to be a better species, thus, eventually redesigning such a sub-par design of life, into something that will actually make life itself; incentive enough to live. Unfortunately, because of old habits and lies being fed, I feel that all nations are already spiritually dead, due to a relentless shoveling of greed, that makes a total lack of common decency and sense. However, we will try to live in hope good sir.
Thanks again, and I hope that all is well.
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