PANDEMONIUM OF PARROTS

Squawk, Squawk.

There’s a pandemonium of parrots
Squawking loudly beneath Westminster Bridge,
Old Bill found more than a bag of carrots,
Stashed in bottom drawer of some MPs fridge.
Every single day tear our eyes away,
From obscene constitutional warfare,
As in some nightmarish Chekhovian play,
Where power abuse hides behind false care.
Such arrogance flaunted direct to face,
Blatantly smirking as honesty dies,
Steal popular ideas from any place,
There’s no opposition to counter lies.
Parrots fly back to each media perch,
Truth, peace, and justice are left, in the lurch.

Harry Rogers, In The Red Bedroom, 7th December 2021

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