‘Was This You?'

I would not wish those I love to suffer
Desperation, hopelessness or the gutter

Quote: “I can only go one way
I've not got a reverse gear”
Was this a sparsely disguised take
On the words of a scourge of former years…?
Quote: “I am not going to sit here and say…
That everything in the health service is perfect”
Was this your dryly ironic way
Of sugaring the pills to kill the pain of what you wrecked…?

Cheating is the essence of a hollow fight
And there's enough hollowness in my life

Quote: “The art of leadership is saying no…
It is very easy to say yes”
Was subsequent artlessness known
By serial fiends at the second guess…?
Quote: “I have actually always said
That politicians are entitled to their private lives”
Was this extended to the best
Of honest crumbs from the public grind…?

Why is it that I, in this First World life I live
Feel so permanently like I am dying?

Quote: “Now is not the time for sound bites
I can feel the hand of history on my shoulder”
Was this a vision of a trite
Anecdote for your children when they're older…?
Quote: “We may live our entire lives
Without…sending our children to war”
Was this speculation blind
Or a caveat cynically obscured…?

I don't mean to point the finger at you
But there's no respect due
I don't mean to point the finger at you
But I've nothing left to cling to
I don't mean to point the finger at you
But I wonder how you pull through
I don't mean to point the finger at you
But on second thoughts…yes, I do!

So what I'm asking is: was this you?

 

© M.A.Tovey 2006