“Eye’s of uncertainty”

On screen in parliament scenes of suffering and sorrow cry.
Whilst over social chit-chat and flowing wine
MP’s-their views do imply.
Over candlelight banquets they gaily dine.
Their over gorged belly’s caviar they line.
Governments, they create these bloody wars.
To suit themselves, they change the laws.
Between themselves they cause the rifts.
Then send in armies, until between civilians - hostility drifts!
Kids and women die, innocent subversive sounds of sobs.
The hierarchy run their social lives - dine safely!
O those wealthy pampered slobs.
Their bank accounts they ensure will soar.
Whilst poverty and pain other lives endure.
MP’s sit back, glasses filled with cheer!
Through jolly festivity they may take an occasional glance.
Towards the screen as a diversifying viewer!
If they think life’s hard in their parliamentary seat.
Why don’t they spend a year in poverty on the street?
Or do their dictating where bombs fall!
Then return tortured, shell shot, bewildered
from the fighting they created..
Let them live there themselves and imagine
feel the suffering fear and hatred.
.I wonder if their consciences consider what their reviewing?
Or is it just their big fat wallets and power that their pursuing?
O, its time to relax in sweet meadows or soft sand by the sea!
So off they fly to escape in their own fantasy.
Knowing their relatives are all safe and sound.
Never mind all the dead left behind, lying on the ground!
I wonder what it costs the tax payer each year,
To keep these establishments in their
high life and cheer!

By Penny Andrews
6/10/2006