My province goes to the polls tomorrow. There seems to be so much riding on this election, and though it was a short campaign, I am sick of it. The anticipation. The punditry. Want the results so the band-aid comes off, and I can deal with whatever sore remains. All of this on my mind today as I read the Poetic Asides call to write a “prediction” poem.
I Predict A Riot*
One day until the election.
I’ve stopped reading poll results,
stopped making mental counts of
the election signs in my neighbourhood.
Stopped listening to reporters, pundits, soothsayers.
Who was it that said that the wisest among us
are usually silent?
I put on music instead. Brit rock.
Not London Calling, but somewhere familiar.
Somewhere where they understand the frustration
of the common masses, tired of what really trickles down.
But this song is so bouncy,
makes me want to shake it, not revolt.
On a day like today — cool, grey,
trees still stark and stiff from winter,
I could use a dance infusion.
Want to be moved to move
and not strain my thoughts
about why people believe what they do.
Why money is more valuable than care.
Why I still tell my kids to behave, be responsible
when what the world needs now
is lassies and lads getting lairy, sweet lairy.
* with thanks to Kaiser Chiefs for the title and the inspiration
One thought on “PAD 2019 – Day 15”
Love the Brit rock and link to what the world needs now