There’s never been a better time
To think of better things
When all around is showing cracks
With no sign of upturn swings
Change has always felt uncertain
Whether natural or contrived
Taking cover in a shrouded place
Where the fortunate survived
Though it’s always worth reflecting
On what drove us to the edge
A power grab among the powerful
Who made us teeter on the ledge
The options plainly far off dreams
Though first of all there must be pain
For the betterment of who knows what
On the grace and favour train
Easy promises and laidback cool
Assured that soon will come the day
When there’ll be no need for compromise
Nor any opposition’s say
Present circumstances fading fast
Caused by devious shady cash
From feathered nests of strategists
In buried democratic mash
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