Voting Day

by Stuart McFarlane / September 29th, 2024

Labour, Tory, SNP,
it doesn’t matter much to me.
I watch the faces, wreathed in smiles,
reciting speeches when, meanwhile,
the world around them groans in pain;
and they just treat it like a game.
Lapels, flowering with cheap rosettes;
and now the bookies are taking bets.
And, as the voting day day is nearing
more electioneer-
-ing ploys.
Till all the words soon sound absurd;
and all that’s heard
is noise.
Stuart McFarlane has spent many years, both abroad and in the UK, teaching English. In the UK this mainly involved teaching Esol to refugees and asylum seekers. He is now semi-retired and so can devote more time to writing poetry. He has had poems published in local magazines and online publications such as 'Borderless Journal', based in Malaysia and 'Culture Matters' and 'The Recusant', based in the UK. Read other articles by Stuart.

This article was posted on Sunday, September 29th, 2024 at 8:00am and is filed under Poetry.