Sunday, 25 May 2014

On Election Day

The queues outside the baker’s grow
The neighbours meet and say “Hello!”
Why early keenness for fresh bread?
On Sundays many stay abed.

But not today – it’s time to vote
On computer screen remote
May 25 dawns warm and clear
More locals holding cards draw near.

So many lists – a wealth of names
In my head confusion reigns
Submerged with leaflets red and blue;
Brussels has many points of view.

We’re not repressed – each has a voice
You could say we are spoilt for choice!
I clutch my croissants, wait my turn
Then slip my card into the urn …

Has Europe really lost its way?
What role do such elections play?
Within the next 5 years we’ll know
If our choice has changed the status quo!

(c) Poet in the woods 2014



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