acted
mere make believe
persona pretended
a political being false
faithless
Padre
Pretended
Politics
Leadership?
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 Nation to Mend
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
Polarised
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
Only Way Is Down
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
Conference
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
King of the World (Almost)
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
Tessellate
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
Demanding Change
The petition had received the requisite number of signatures, and it was now on the agenda for the next Council meeting. It had been a long road, but the movement’s supporters were sure that this time the political wanna-bees of the town would start to understand that they were not the all-knowing sovereign power they thought they were. Yes, this was going to be true democracy at work. The people demanded change, and the Council better give it to them. After all, who waits until Friday for bin collection anyway? The weekend rubbish just has to go sooner!
Padre
The Debate
It was the most acrimonious meeting of the Neighbourhood Association that anyone could remember. It was even worse that the one where the “foreign” family broke protocol and used cooking ingredients not on the “approved list,” for the annual Founder’s Day picnic.
“It breaks with tradition, and we all know how important tradition is,” Margery Cooke said authoritatively as others nodded in agreement.
“But times are changing,” Mable Hunt retorted, to applause of as few of the more progressive members.
“Well that might be all well and good over in Highland Park, but it won’t wash here in Pleasant Acres,” Margery countered.
In the end there was a very tense vote, and with the breaking of tradition the motion passed by the margin of three votes. Times were indeed changing in Pleasant Acres and the hanging baskets on Main Street were going to feature purple rather than red petunias this year. It was quite the coup.
Padre
Padre's Ramblings 