94. Political Catastrophe (94)

I always thought of honesty...
How wrong I was, naivety.
A politician has wronged me...
The self-serving atrocity.
The promises they gave me...
The lies, they insulted me.
They let me down ironically.
And now they pay the price of sanity...
The lesser vote of humility.
The bubble burst for humanity...
The people's voice, dramatically.
For the results expected of democracy...
Action speaks louder than words it seems.
The theatrical show of bubble, dreams...
A life within a soap they believe.
The low intellect they conceived to be...
The media portray, so arrogant display.
To ask a country be it foreign we see...
Their opinion on what Britain should do or be.
Would they agree, manipulation of voice for fee...
As to agree to manipulate the direction of choice.
The channel news with bias, selected views with voice...
To change a culture from the status quo.
Disappointed to say the least, their ego...
Self-serving elite a total disgrace.
And Britain no-more will have a face...
What label will I have, my ancestors will hate?
I will have sold my country to the EU, turning it into real estate...
My identity of England will echo no more.
There will be no more souls to say no, I tear...
Automatons brainwashed by the few will cheer.
Sold out by those bureaucrats they, already automatons for sure...
Set to script and will asset strip our moral and values until fewer, extinct!