There’s tears in the voting booth
after yet another long campaign
where one man suggested peace
only to be called Kim Jong-Insane.
To one side we had shallow rhetoric,
personal attacks and lots of fear.
In another corner stood consistent
costed policies and new ideas.
It was a choice for something different,
not another five years of the same
food banks, overdrawn schools,
homelessness and Saudi arms deals shame.
Or a more inclusive society,
free education and healthcare for all.
Kids dinners and music lessons in schools.
An economy for the many not the few.
We’ve bounced around our echo chambers
posting pledges, posting straight up lies.
On occasion friends have patronised,
dismissing differences with outright bile.
Respect to the short gentle man
who stayed upbeat against the wall,
never going low and personal
despite all the mud the red tops threw.
As he spoke of an inclusive nation
of community and fairness for all.
the May-bots, strong and stable
Regurgitated slander. He stood tall.
And much love to my Tory buddies
being open and fair in healthy debate,
realising we’re the more than managing
playing with other peoples’ fates.
What’s said is said, done is done.
Tomorrow’s another identical day
unless whatever our alliances,
we move forward in a different way.
Let’s convert our scroll and click power
into a tangible, offline inclusive pact.
Bring back some of the care and compassion
this country so bleakly lacks.
Stuck in our liberal elite bubbles
we yearn for our vote to mean more.
We’d do better visiting Do-It.Org.UK
and gifting a few useful chores.