then again the people rose
fleet of foot, light on toes
hard to heel, quick to feel
up and down the road they’d reel
crashing rulers
crushing ruled
flashing power
flushing pooled
stretched now far beyond endurance
rising, taking own insurance
tired of corruption, self and greed
bored with politicians’ promises to heed
all their words and their desires
money from pockets burnt like tyres
spent on worthless stupid things
no accounts or reckonings
so now step forward Mr Leader
time to answer your misdemeanors
chance to tell it as it was
time to put the flames out fast
impossible, this thing we ask?
to now explain your every task?
weak of person, soul and being
now you feel what we’ve been seeing
you who thought yourself so great
above the law, the land, the hate
kneel before us, those you bled
and hear our voice until you’re dead
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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane
The Wayward Warrior 