Parliament

Empty words of ageing children,
hollow in the face of truth.
Selling lies in exchange for power,
ego's blossom in their dying youth.

Rigid smiles surround lifeless faces,
passionless hearts pumping blood through stone.
Never listening always talking,
one eye on that golden throne.

No qualifications needed words unheeded
when surrounded by the chosen few.
Broken promises to a forgotten people,
till their next election due.

Tower of culpable democracy,
preaching to a deadend mind.
Club immortal in a dying nation,
ever static, ever thine.