Dark Corners

The battle of wits quickest to its target 
Parliament becomes the deciding ground, 
For silence of tongues in the beaten heart, 
Say little or nothing and have no command.

By force of nerves generals pitted and plotted, 
Referendum chorus drummed out matted voices, 
Tweets on either side of the house in cyber-chatted, 
Left only with misfits and approving choices.
 
The vote that leads our parties into battle
A host in haste gallops quick to make up their mind, 
No waiting nor baiting with further tittle-tattle, 
The allowance for doubting was put far behind. 

The people in whose lands their opinion’s forgotten 
Labour and conservatives two protagonist appeasers,    
Sneer on their wishes with decisions already taken, 
But the cold commands shadows in dark corners.

Bows in the left poison arrow in the right, 
Momentum pursuing no place safe but heaven, 
The eyes have it, smart sorties smitten by night, 
Watch communities squabbling for mitigation chosen.

The earth and the people that’s in it can dream, 
But every nightmare has its own dark shadow, 
A trap for fools, using tools of good to cause harm, 
Keeping virtue and chasing after the distant rainbow.  
 
Could the risk we take worth a start for all our winnings? 
To outrun distances of those bitter wicked conscience, 
And go back again to foundations of early beginnings, 
Until at last we breathe in the ambiance of silence.

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