New Year’s Eve’s the time of year
For people to reflect
Upon the last twelve months’ events,
And on their effect.
Famous folk have not fared well
Against the march of time,
With many gone, that were admired,
And some whilst in their prime.
This year has given us ‘post-truth,’
A thinly-veiled disguise,
In spite of its misleading name
It really just means ‘lies.’
So-called politicians bray,
Inflaming raw divisions,
Blaming others for their failures,
To justify decisions.
Xenophobic slogans,
Fake pledge writ on a bus,
Then everybody runs away,
Who promised that? Not us.
Government cites public poll
For poor administration,
Subverting democratic rule
With arcane legislation.
Every system has its flaws,
But they can be resolved
Without destroying all that’s good,
If they’re just evolved.
The future looks uncertain,
Results were unforeseen,
Let’s reunite, with well-thought zeal,
In twenty seventeen.
