I Can Tell You Are Lying Because Your Mouth Is Moving.

I’m in the depths of despair, where shadows roam,
A restless heart finding solace, longing for a home,
Lost in a world devoid of purpose and dreams,
I stand before you, embodying a silent scream.

I’m just living in a life without meaning,
Bound by chains of disillusion, constantly demeaning,
I vote with fervour, hoping for change’s flight,
But my voice lingers, unheard, fading into the night.

I cast my ballot, a beacon of hope and desire,
Yearning for leaders who’ll set our spirits on fire,
Yet they dance on podiums with empty promises galore,
Leaving our dreams shattered at despair’s door.

In a sea of voices drowned out by the noise,
I’m adrift in apathy’s waves, where hope destroys,
The fabric of my being, as each vote escapes,
Lost amidst the ashes of democracy’s landscapes.

But amidst the despair, a flicker of light remains,
A fire within my soul that refuses to wane,
Even in the darkness, a spark can ignite,
Igniting a passion, a will to continue the fight.

I’ll rise above the numbness, reclaim my mind,
Embrace the uncertainty and pay my speeding fine,
To find the meaning that eludes a world so vast,
To mould my own destiny, my purpose steadfast.

For politics, my friend is a canvas full of lies,
And though the system fails, my spirit won’t hide,
Two sides, one left and one right, could sit in the same seat,
With the Oxford degree that runs Britain’s elite.

So, let me live in this life without meaning,
In the new age of populism and corporate scheming,
The sun has been steadily dipping toward the horizon,
So just use the best policy, you so-called enlightened ones.

Steve Halstead.