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....
Nice one bro... That track people must abandon.
ReplyDeleteThanks bro....yeah sure
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