Sunday, 8 December 2019

Misbegotten - political satire poems


The Great Plains of Ertia wield the largest club
Reassures them, but doesn't encourage deep thought
When tiny states or even tribes seem a threat
The Great Plains respond - A Crusade to be fought

And send their young males on a cultural mission
'You, imitate pop stars on top of that tank.'
An impromptu performance with backing tape
'You could be president' (with a billion to bank)

The agreements and laws? They no longer apply
Coalition decided which rules shall be read
After private meetings - the boss and 'free states'
One must wonder what was privately said.


Every single time this goes awry
And then the Great Plains seem to learn
About the 'tribes'' beliefs and customs
There's more to life than what you earn


When men and boys return in coffins
Some Ertians have to take the flak
'Secretaries' changed; the boss concedes
'We made mistakes.' So that's all right
Jack
We are living in Ertia


Millions of
Inaudible
Voters stood
Unseen
In midday dusk,
Secreted
In city centres
Camouflaged
In garishly coloured
Inconspicuous
Clothes. They waved
Non-dimensional
Placards and petitions scribed in
invisible
ink. Sent
blank
emails and formed
domain-less
forums, and howled in perfect harmony
silently
at 'tiny ears', their leader.
We were living in Ertia


Another tribe is misbehaving
A fortnight's passed, so we've forgotten
We ARE God's chosen, let's crusade
'You, on that tank. Sing 'Misbegotten'.'


There's something in power
Evicts love from the house
Please God, Goddess, Allah
Make us envy the mouse.

Tags: poems, meaningful poems, satire, political satire