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.

Truth and Lies

The truth, a stinging whiplash
that cauterises my wounds
Its light of burning amber
is burnt out all too soon.
What I once believed
is now something I can’t afford
All because of someone
who was too lazy to lock their door.
Happiness that was hard won
now thrown as food to the birds
All those memories I’d held dear
now just rancid milk curds.
You told me that there was nothing
more real than the two of us
But now I look upon the lies
of the fairy tale that never was.

© 15/06/2012.