Will they check the law courts and swab the dock for flour,

Come away happy, pose for pictures, wig arrested,

the lawyers all standing round being tested

and the chambers closed down in hours?

 

Will they go to go to the Golf course lunch for retired heads,

swab the tees for signs of powdered chalk

and entertain the local paper with absurdist talk

and have the private hospital closed for abuse of meds?

 

Will they roll up en masse at Parliament Hill

and with convenience  in mind forget the hate crimes,

dust down the upholstered chairs for signs

of the abuse of power and interests in a white cotton mill?

 

Will they go into the toilet of the highest in the land,

check out the talcum powder fixes dished out

when handshakes are grasped, the troughs filled with snout

and will it be the same under a new leader of the band?

 

Will they go into every office and force open the cleaner’s cupboard,

take every note out of the cleaner’s wallet or purse

and spot check for scouring powder, the age old curse,

and offer agent Ajax up to grime busting Tsar and lord.

 

Will they go wherever they need,

the local football ground where white lines are regularly placed on the freshly mown

for the enjoyment of a fan willing to pay to be absurdly happy and then sulk and groan

as they too are milked till they can no longer bleed?

 

Will they…No

For its all for show

smoke and mirrors, headlines,

of white lines,

just how low can they go?

 

Ian D. Hall 2015.