All entries for Tuesday 14 October 2008
October 14, 2008
Our task shouldn't have been that, hard. Twenty couplets on what we hate, followed by 10 on why we love what we hate. Unfortunately it's difficult to write about what you hate on the spur of the moment, not without something to set me off. And unfortunately the party conferences are over for the year and so my anger at the political spectrum for remaining so homogeneous and sickeningly sycophantic has long since passed. Yet I suppose I had no choice but to pursue the thing that I hate the most in this world, politics and politicians. (Which is not to say that I hate them an awful lot, just that it's one of the few things I get truly passionate about.)
So I made a first attempt.
I hate their pressed suits
And pointless little disputes
I hate their preening disdainful looks
As if we’ve never read a book
I hate their avoidance and slippery wordplay
Why is that they can never mean what they say?
I hate the way they ignore the bad
As if it’s just some passing fad
I hate it that they always lie
And seem to only answer, fie fie fie
I hate the way they mock and sneer
And rant about those who’re not from ‘here’
I hate that they ignore what they want
And claim to fix that broken levant
I hate that they take no shame
In seeking glory and high fame
Which sucked, as you can tell. So talking to a certain someone who shall remain a nameless Cambridge student I tried again, to slightly better success.
There is no craven craft as vile
No font of more spurious bile
Than the politicians smug grin
Trying to be that most ugly thing
Of amiable friendship and authority
Whilst sneering at the minority
And giving us all happy platitudes
And hope we don’t see the multitudes
Of beaten and broken men and women
Forced down to their knees time and again
Who cares for the downtrodden masses
When the rich have their opera glasses
And pandering fools to help them around
To blot from below that piteous sound
Of a conscience crying in the gutter
As hopes of good die down and sputter
The good go in, and the bad come out
A revolving door to turn the devout
From men of vision and principle
To creatures most abominable
That power corrupts cannot be disputed
Yet it is those who have none that are muted
And dragged forwards to the block
Of public opinions rage and shock
That men in spotless pinstripe suits
Play upon like infernal lutes
To marshal the ignorant and hate filled people
To hang their neighbours from the nearest steeple
And ignore their betters wide reaching failings
Lest they go behind those crowded iron railings
But what truly makes me sick
Is that we all put up with it
That nefarious deed to rapturous applause
Is not seen as a rallying cry to the cause
To take back that house from liars and sycophants
Who in our blood make their dark covenants
Why do we not demand our voices
Act with conscience and not invoices
Or maybe in that house the iniquitous rots set in too long
And should be torn down by our plebeian mob and throng
I still think this one has issues, mostly to do with consistency and the sometimes erratic nature of how my thoughts went. Then again anger and rage are very rarely rational. I also think I could stand to add in a bit more imagery, perhaps trim a few couplets and expand some of the other ones into trios of couplets on the same theme.
But that will likely wait till tomorrow if I have time after writing about the things that I love about politics, and there are surprisingly enough one or two things that I do love about politics, which is I suppose the point, the duality of emotion being what it is we often feel our hatred towards a thing made stronger by our love for some part or parts of it.
And with that I am off to bed, and will leave with a small snippet of a story/prologue that I'm working on at the moment: "Golden arcs, like cherubim dancing in fire, lit the sky above them in testament to the force unleashed in this last argument of two kings."
Edit: Apologies for the formatting here, but myself and this blogging program are having a slight difference of opinion when it comes to transfering things from word and not adding bloody double line spacings. I shall endeavour to fix it soonish though.
For it is full of nothing.