Empty Vessels
Parliament’s suspended, it’s conference time
For the law givers, the makers of rules,
Sailors all in the sinking ship of fools
Foundering on the rocks of Capital’s crimes.
However they go about bailing out,
It makes no difference as to which crew
Is at the helm, nor, it seems, does the hue
Of the flag they serve under. Without doubt,
Whichever course they navigate, it’ll prove
To be in the wrong direction. No choice,
For those press ganged aboard don’t have a voice
Unless they mutiny, seek to remove
Those they’re expected to understand
Are possessors of both the sea and land.
D. A.