Poetic Satire

tomasocarthaigh

There is little we can do to stop the banking bailouts and the other kneebending to the big businesses in this land of ours, but in time honoured fashion we can use the power of the written word to show them up if not shame them.

Ivor the Engine is a case in point: for all his wrongs - alleged wrongs - there are so many in opposition who do more and claim as much expenses if not more than him, as well as in his own party, hes fightng his own corner.

Hes wrong, but good luck to him if it exposes the others, in the same way as we now look fondly on the once shocking scandal that was Bishop Casey with the sex scandals, we now wish the scandals that engulf the church were as innocent and benign. So it may be with the political establishment.

My humble offering is below. Its not Shakespeare... but what the hell!

A Land of Nod and Wink
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A Land of Nod and Wink - There's more than Ivor Callalley Corrupt in the Dáil
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TqZQwqWD-Uk

Dorcha

The Politician’s Creed


Never explain, or use clear words, talk only to confuse.
Agree to do things that you can’t, and seem not to refuse.
Always ride on bandwagons, they’ll take you to the top.
Keep from the Cliff Of Promises, avoid that deadly drop.
Always use a hundred words where one word would have done,
Side with the rich, forget the rest, look after Number One.



They Only Want your Votes


Election time will bring them out, like decay brings out flies,
But all their smarm cannot disguise the deceit in their eyes.
With polished smiles and polished shoes and badges on their coats,
They pose as saints in business suits - the TDs seeking votes.


They’re all so kind and thoughtful when they knock upon your door,
They listen to your complaints and they “couldn’t agree more”.
But though they may hear daily a thousand torrid tales,
Their consciences are manicured to match their finger nails.


They jump on any bandwagon that may be popular:
Right or wrong don’t matter if the ride will take them far,
For they don’t care about the wrong as long as they’re all right.
Soft words they freely give away - their hearts are locked up tight.


They always like to pretend that they work so hard and long,
That they - poor things! - are underpaid and treated very wrong.
But it isn’t they who can’t find jobs, and despair on the dole,
Or break their backs in factories that stunt the very soul.


They claim it’s for an ideal, they shout it from their tower,
But shallow souls seek shallow goals - it’s really for the power.
Their ego is their country. You’d do well to take note
For you they do not give a damn - they only want your vote.