Most of our Members of Parliament only remember us during election time.


We chose you

We chose you to represent us,
we chose you to articulate our needs,
we chose you to develop our home.
Off you go,forgetting about us,
off you go,forgetting about home.
Here you are,sitting in parliament,
here you are,riding in your fancy car.
We try to approach you,but your
body guards chase us away;
yet we are the ones who voted you in.
All you seem to do is enjoy the hefty salary,
getaways at the secluded beach resort.
You only come home when faced with crisis,
giving handouts so that you can buy loyalty.
When everything is sorted,you disappear again.
Our dear legislator,we are getting tired of your tricks,
you need to read between the lines..or you shall be
consigned to the dustbin of history.




Poetry by Mike
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Written on 2006-03-13 at 07:30

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