Trust

Gone are the days, so long ago now,
When trust in our Government held fast.
When true to their Oath and to their King,
Just a memory, from that long distant past.

Weak now are those in that place of trust,
Eagerly treacherous Treaties do sign,
For those that forbid the people a say,
Shout by hook or crook, ALL is mine.

But trust is such a gentle word,
It is fragile, needs loving tender care,
For once it is lost, it is forever out of reach,
To place again in their hands, no one dare

The belief in reliability, truth or strength
Is now misplaced for a while,
No confidence left for those in power.
For those deeds that are done are most vile.

Each five years in a ‘position of trust’,
An honour bestowed to cherish,
These most precious Islands of ours
That so many in the saving, did perish.

Never again will the people believe
Any word by an MP, friend or foe,
The people will only trust in themselves,
For it is they that hold the future you know.