Something of a political polemic manifesting the frustration felt by the inability of our illustrious leader to keep any commitment he made whilst promoting Brexit, gaining leadership of his party and then, finally, reaching the pinnacle of power, his only achievement thus far. The first poem I have finished since moving to our new house, hence the apologies for the white, bright walls.
Never-Never Land
The never-never land proposed by our elite –
Those sellers of dreams to the ill-informed
Those protected in power by the well-uniformed
They who consume until more than replete –
Is not just a place within these three dimensions
Nor merely a sop to aspirant pretensions
But a mix of vain hope and falsehood
The reconstruction of an edifice in which truth once stood
Never is now just a very long time
Which starts whenever they decide it must
And ends when their promises turn to dust
But belief in the absurd is a political crime
Though we all, at times, lack verbal precision
As we try to manage our own indecision
But their pursuit of ideological perfection
Obscures the absence of true reflection
Forever and ever is a term just as spurious
As if life beyond our imagination could last
With no acceptable meaning to future or past
An expression that even the certain find curious
In time and space, we all use approximations
As our lives are guided by our own estimations
But our leaders feel they have no need to be exact
For them it’s more important to be seen to act
Let’s agree that our sphere is only roughly round
For which, of course, they can accept no blame
But fulfilling their commitments should be no game
If we discard the defects, by the purist, found
There remains the deliberately, imperfectly perceived
Or that which is solely in their own wisdom received
We manage our humdrum, more-or-less, every day
That’s pragmatism or so we often hear say
But they expect us to believe in some unseen hand
In their far away, fantasy, Never-Never Land