A Political Fairy Tale

In a broken world
where only lies remain
Where no amount of kindness
can clear that stain
We’re stumbling in the silence
of where sanity is removed
Fighting against the corruption
of “new and improved”
Falsely-promoted promises
of a far better world
Where the cream has soured
and the milk has curdled
Too many lies to justify
such wanton destruction
A decaying eyesore
their best construction
A prettily-painted picture
to bring them further glory
Each delicate brushstroke
carefully hiding the true story
They brainwash the masses
with their political fairy tale
And those of us in the know
fight it, to no avail
But when the zombies wake up
and see the truth, they lose hope
And with a forlorn sigh they say:
‘maybe next time, I’ll just not vote.’

© 16/04/2015.

Fantasies

If I were born in a mythical world
I wonder who’d I’d have been
A prince or princess
in the most elegant dress
made out of the finest satins
Or perhaps a pauper,
a fishmonger’s daughter,
set for a life of hard labour
Who’d dream of princes
and the tastiest minces
then marry the son of the neighbour
And would there be dragons
perhaps even gryphons
in this world of fantasy?
Maybe talking cats
and egg-laying bats
all living together harmoniously.

But I am me with all my quirks
and sit here with my dreams
With my fairy-tale-long hair
and oft mystical airs
I am never who I might seem
My many tattoos
give few clues
to the person lying inside
A friend, a foe
who could know
because I always like to hide
But for those I like
I just might
give a hint or two
Then let you in
to the fantasy within
tucked between the imaginings of you.

© 09/04/2012.