There’s no need for politicians
to put a stop to their crimes.
They start wars, kill and maim,
commit genocide, without risk.
So long as there's no end in sight
time forgives them everything.
While they smile their televisual smiles,
the people turn to discussion of inflation rates,
quickly forget
their masters' other naughty little tricks.
The evil the government has done doesn't matter
provided it hasn't ended,
and the slaughter of the innocents
becomes just another day in the week
that comes round.
Alan Hardy has for many years run an English language school for foreign students (in UK). Poems recently published in Red Poets, Militant Thistles, Outposts, Ink Sweat & Tears, Sideways Magazine, The Candyman's Trumpet, Orbis, Forge Zine, The Argyle Literary Magazine, Alien Buddha, Spillwords, Chewers, Feversofthemind and others.
