No_Confidence
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No Confidence

The Mother of Parliaments
emits a low groan –
her confidence shot –
as our distrust grows

We smell the foul essence
worn by the rich –
it’s the stench of the moneyed
on the front bench

The PM frowns
as her voice thins and strains –
repeating her mantras –
again and again

The deceits are disclosed
in emotional stories
of neglect and fear
under the Tories

those perfidious parliamentarians
who grip tight to their seats –
those reeky Machiavellians
who trade in deceit

@wordsbell

Mike Bell
Author for The Dangerous Globe https://mikebellpoems.com https://dangerousglobe.com
http://mikebellpoems.com
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Lord Fuzztone
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Love it Mike and thanks a million for posting. Good to have you back.