I don’t quite remember
The time or the place
That I first saw
His now famous face
But ever since that inaugural day
He’s been on our screens
Prominently displayed
Sometimes for good
Sometimes for ill
But I am sure
That he’s on there still
Padre
Here’s my confession
It’s mine alone to make
I didn’t mean to do it
It was a mistake
Under the conditions
You might’ve done the same
So, in this particular case
I’m not really to blame
Padre
acted
mere make believe
persona pretended
a political being false
faithless
Padre
Mere variation on the theme
Of what we’ve seen before
Promises made and made again
From the stage or hustings floor
While I’m sure they are sincere in their intent
They will soon forget it all if to Number Ten they’re sent
Why should I find myself – so cynical too this degree
Just check the record of the past ten years
And I’m sure that you’ll agree
Padre
The time for zip-wires and wild hair has come to an end
In the face of soaring petrol prices and policies that offend
Perhaps seriousness and integrity will now ascend
And our national fabric can begin to mend
Padre
Her intellect on show was luminous
And her breadth of knowledge quite voluminous
And yet when she rose to on politics speak
The anger of her audience began to peak
Padre
Half truths and denials
Fabrications and spin
Promises made
In order to win
Compromising situations
Political capital all spent
The only way out is downwards
It’s best that he went
Padre
Gathered for a solemn meeting
Matters of import to be treating
Opinions and causes a spectrum wide
A course of action to decide
Some from the heart let emotions flair
And others move with caution and deliberate care
And while at times heated whether left or right
In the end – democratic – they will unite
Padre
World dominion was his plan
Grand schemes complex he did weave
It all was rooted on the goodwill
Of the gullible he did deceive
He did step a bit too far
Dissention unwanted he did achieve
His ranks thus spilt he fell from power
His grand plans were decisively thwarted
And a new power came to fore
Perhaps things now can be sorted
Padre
Tiles aligned in pattern sequenced
Like justified words upon a page
Moroccan designs of tessellation
To the encounter’s backdrop the perfect stage
And so, the minister strode – upon a mission of state
To be confronted by the awaiting press
A statement he was called – to the nation to make
He spouted party line
His words too did tessellate
Padre
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