“Mister Speaker,” he said, “I rise”
– amid the stare of waiting eyes
he rose – “to ask the Prime Minister-”
saw the hungry journalists, “Sir-
What’s the government position-”
Can you feel naked ambition?
“on this or that moral outrage?”
Headline writers, op-eds engage,
with heavy guns, artillery,
turning shit into millinery,
forcing ammunition onto heads.
Every trace of trust that he sheds
Is pleased, knowing soundbites secured –
Media, public, all skewered,
One simple piece of mockery.
Who really wants democracy?
Please, forget your apprehensions.
This is how we win elections.
