“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.

Robert Barber

The author Robert Barber

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