Poem: Where we are

Poetry to Bruce Gorton is more of a compulsion than anything else, getting the screaming in his skull out particularly when it relates to politics.

There is one province that voted against our leaders
It hosts our costal city
It is a natural magnet for crime, drugs and violence
Dead children are such a pity
As our leaders meet calls for more police with silence

Provinces where our leaders won slosh with bucket toilets
And our people protest
Schools are emptied, the future sacrificed for the now
Burning tires and tear gas persist
Yet the votes still roll in as past glories allow

Oh some do oppose the corrupt head of our state
And his mansion’s cost
The leaders claim those are backed by white hands
The people’s confidence is lost
They starve while fallow lie the reclaimed lands

The past is our mountain huge with jagged spikes
And time will erode it
One day it will be but rolling hills covered in grass
If we don’t get buried under it
As jagged cliffs plunge into the present’s pass