POLITICAL PARANOIA

Every time we cast the ballot

With the guise of getting ourselves a bailout

From the cooking pot that we so honourably fry ourselves in

We end up jumping into the fire

Head first with our tinted goggles on

And end up drowning in the murky waters of self-condemnation 


With the fear in us to change our systems

The inability to reason with our minds with the future at heart

We get to to think with our stomachs and get to fill our dusty wallets for a minute


Every five years they come back with bags of goodies and plastic smiles

Like Santa on a sombre Christmas Eve

Carrying with them sagging bags of money 

The same money they stole direct from our hands

Through hiking fuel prices and increasing their salaries tenfold


All because we rever the status quo

And cannot accommodate a little change

We prefer being in the same dirt-pool 

Than moving on to a swamp we have not seen

Or else a mountain of opportunity 


What if we just abandoned this political paranoia

Left that old rickety bandwagon on its tracks 

What if we embraced change 

What if we just shook risk's hand

Felt it's firm grip for a while

Or just grimaced inside at it's sweaty palms for once

What if....

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