The Romans Had It Right

This is a bit of a rant i wrote around the time of the election, i don't mean to offend people, it's meant to be funny i guess, i hope you enjoy.

Politicians, the gladiators of today

Though we hate them till Election Day.

They stand with no weapons

Yet are armed none the less,

With empty words and promises

However, I must confess

I respect those suited imbeciles

For their pure nerve and balls

To stand in front of doubting faces

In foreboding village halls.

 

Us common folk and farmers

Must scare them to the bone,

Scowling up through worn out glasses

While they splutter talking out their...

We stand cross armed and glare

As these pillocks fuss with stats and papers

And fiddle with their hair.

 

The Romans had it right you know,

Let's just put them all together

Let them fight it out for real

Not letter by pathetic letter.

Let's put them with a tiger

And see how they handle that,

Their words can't have the same effect

As a good ol' cricket bat.

These idiots in suits and ties

Have no words for me

For still I don't quite grasp how,

This 'order' is democracy.

 

The Romans had it right you know,

Let's make them fight it out

Let's shut them in a room for days

And ignore them when they shout.

For that is all they do for us

Each time we try and plea

To help instead of hinder

In our failing 'democracy'.

 

You all say you try to help us

But you need this thing called proof,

If I could cry this any louder

I’d be standing on the roof.

You see if we could wind back time

It may just help us out,

Since when for you to hear us

Do we have to scream and shout?

 

The Romans had it right and you know

That someday, when you listen,

There will be no one there to hear you

Though your heart beats like a piston,

Your words will fall on deaf ears

Still empty and incomplete

And like the lonely lambs you are

Despairingly you’ll bleat

 

All those empty promises

That’s what got you here,

And like a secret or hidden lie

You still hold them dear.

Is there a single grain of truth?

Or is it just a game to you,

To taunt the people with yours colours

Of yellow, red and blue.

 

The Romans had it right you know,

Let’s build a Colosseum

See how long you last in there

With your petty idealism.

You know you have no words for me,

As these words are all my own

I like to entertain with truth

Not with lies bore to the bone.