Imagination

We look up to our leaders
Prefer sharp suits, trim figures
Bright smiles and bicycles,
Firm handshakes, clean livers
A healthy lifestyle, standard pet
Someone you’d chat to, down the pub
Whose name you never quite forget
Who likes their job and calls it love
A man who fits the common mould
With pleasant spouse who keeps their cool
And plays at happy families
While kids attend a public school
Appearances mean more and more
We back the face that seems sincere
And hang our hopes upon the door
Reality is what we fear
They light our lives through frosted glass
The safety of the telly screen
And comforted by careful mask
We misinterpret what we’ve seen
Behind the scenes, those cogs of State
Less photogenic toil and plot
To feed the nation from one plate
These images so soon forgot
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