Some days start with difficulty the aching
Of my bones through the night unrelenting
Worries roam uninterrupted my shallow sleep
These times invade the darkness of my peace
Progressives dissolve into prancing parody
Eyes no longer on the ball or the will to win
There is no distinction here, no pride
Voices reduced to a numbing incoherence
Overused words and a worn out score
Meanwhile the crying of the people
Goes unheard echoing unanswered
There seems no shame in this bickering
Dressing it up as something different
Even a blind man could see or hear
Something important vital has been lost
And there is that unending emptiness
Watching the dance of a prattling clown
And the gesticulations of a puppet mouthing
Over rehearsed words and tired phrases
But who is who and which is which
And so we are left with that odd echoing
A Welsh word “didoreth” comes to mind
I feel like closing the door on this silliness
But I worry for my children’s future
And all those children struggling out there
And they deserve so much better than this
Something, someone far far better.
RAC
