Like sheep to the slaughter we voted them in,
like donkeys we slave away at their despotic will,
like a cat amongst pigeons they pursue and push
at our connections, destroying our community
but, like automatons they tread on unfeeling.
Like a lion they prowl and devour their prey,
chewing the last juicy money from their
thin, worn pockets and adding it to their fine
warm, bulging bank accounts, watching as life
burns, burying their conscience beneath cash.
She is like a wraith as she looks at the shops,
willing the meagre sum in her purse to stretch,
willing the prices lower and the hunger, stamped
on her child’s face by politicians, to give way to
a happy, healthy smile that lights up the eyes.
Still they chew her coins as they claim expenses,
eating away at the tax payers purses and praying
no one will notice their shameless, shambolic
posturing. Like rats fleeing the sinking ship they
sail away; steering the wreck from Tory havens.