Paliament is Pregnant

Parliament is Pregnant again….

The large house is almost full again,
as the richest men have sewn their seed.
No the last one’s didn’t lose the fight,
Their’s was, the more honourable deed.

How the great halls resound with voices,
some new, some old, some so very loud.
They will try and mould our choices,
please that they’d try to make us proud.

Statues look down on a marble floor,
as now they take the last few paces.
With a final look back, they’re at the door,
please don’t trip to long on the faces.

Above the throng, in a commoner’s seat,
another points angrily at the prevaricator.
People know, that if their eyes should meet,
then we will begin to see some theatre.

Outside the worthiest of all now parade,
and their’s is the littlest bounty to gain.
Can we justify the price some have paid,
as we hear their proud family‘s in pain.

Will this largest of buildings, now with minister,
though still conniving for those of royal assent.
And speaking two languages, both so sinister,
give birth to anything that is nearly half decent.

No I hear the answers pitching outside,
all must leave, the house must be raised.
These men can’t stay, none have pride,
and this work shy vein, must be erased...