She walks by the window wearing the same old coat,
walking an even older Alsatian,
passing my way at least three times a day,
an unknowing symbol of our cyclical nation.
Slash it, burn it, rebuild it, repeat:
the feedback loop mantra of a global elite.
Unchallenged by the myopic shuffling of democracy’s feet
and supported by the narrow-minded, socially-blinded man on the street
who retreats to a room of financially inelastic,
mind-destroying, terminally annoying
pointless lumps of branded metal and plastic
that numb the pain and the shame
that the change we need is so dramatic and drastic
as to stray far beyond the borders of the mere iconoclastic.
There she goes again, walking by with no hurry.
This must be Groundhog Day but we’re not Bill Murray.
We’re represented instead by Needlenose Ned;
an unknowing adult forced to repeat the same insult,
the result of which is an assault on the intelligence by a dangerous cult
whose holy trinity consists of money, power and adulation
but it’s we the people doing the self-flagellation
by repeatedly giving them a standing ovation
for mutual masturbation and for dumbing down
a potentially great but ultimately failing nation.