The Sound of Politics
Words carry 'cross the table in a rage That shakes the salt and condiments, a stare, Refuting words—what is it that you meant? The senses wake. Blood swirling in the air. Of all the noises politics can take: From clapping hands, to tales of youthful daring, A girl agreeing we should go to bed, A takeaway shop where the TV‘s blaring, It’s in these disagreements one detects The phoney notes of feigned incomprehension, Of honest words assumed but rarely meant, Wrapped in the timbre of a good intention. You’re in it! if you like it (or you don't) The balance tips, and plates are overturned, The evening band begins to play for keeps As cymbals crash and bridges set to burn.