Wednesday, 9 October 2019

poem - It's Question Time



It's question time, the PM listens
Then suddenly he thinks and frowns
'That's such a new idea to me,
I'll go away and write it down'


I move to turn the TV up
But oddly my arm doesn't move,
And there is a familiar feeling
Once again I find I'm dreaming




The social plans fall by my door
'Two years work each at basic graft'
Food and shelter are solved problems
Time is freed for arts and crafts



I reach to put my glasses on My fingers pass through lens and frame
Here comes that old familiar feeling
Once again I find I'm dreaming





The children stare with puzzled looks
'How do you feel?' the adult asks
And listens, prior to explaining
Why we've chosen certain tasks




I move in closer - hand cups ear

But sadly sounds all fade away

I long, I hope, I need, I dream

Perhaps tomorrow, why not today?


It's question time, the PM listens
It's question time






Tags: poems, politics, satire, dreams,

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