politics poem

Faces on lamposts, and leaflets through the door,

Empty promises , failed commitments lie in tatters on the floor,

For I have yet to meet a good one , who'll tell it to me straight, 

All they're after is my vote, and power handed to them on a plate.

Some are right others left , and a few are inbetween.

but if i wrote what I truly felt, it would be quite obscene.

d debond 20/06/12

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