Echoes of Despair: A Reflection on UK Current Leadership

Through fog-bound streets where shadows fold,
The grey of dawn turns lifeless gold,
A weary land, where dreams have fled,
And justice lies among the dead.
The echoes of their voices fall,
Like muffled steps in endless hall,
Each minister, each hollow name,
A fragment of a broken game.

The Prime Minister walks a gilded line,
A robe too rich, a lawless sign,
His eyes, cold jewels, reflect no light,
But hunger for a darker night.
The Chancellor smiles with powdered grace,
A mask to veil her truthless face,
Her words, like ash upon the tongue,
Her promises, a song unsung.

Here, corruption wears a polished crown,
Its throne the rot of this dead town;
An anti-corruption knight undone,
The mirror’s work has just begun.
The lawyer once who battled laws,
Now pauses, burdened by the cause,
A prophet silenced by his creed,
His wisdom shackled by his need.

In distant lands, the borders weep,
For foreign soil was sold too cheap.
The Secretary, with careless hand,
Has signed away what once was land.
And here, a lie beneath the light,
A Transport chief, in guilty plight;
His falsehoods echo down the lanes,
Where justice drips like autumn rains.

The streets grow cold, the lights decay,
Where Safeguarding forgot her way.
She spoke of fears, her own, not theirs,
The victims left to climb the stairs
Of grief alone. The countryside,
Once vast, now swallowed by the tide
Of concrete blocks and panels wide,
Where energy’s green hopes have died.

The Home Secretary turns her gaze,
And lets the tides bring in their haze.
The laws are whispers, faint and low,
No walls defend what oceans know.
The Justice master sets them free,
The guilty walk where saints should be.
The clock strikes twelve in every school,
And silence speaks of broken rule.

This is the realm of dreary days,
Where leaders tread in shadowed ways,
Where life is cold, the spirit thin,
And failure reigns where hope had been.
Oh Britain, once of burning flame,
What sorrow clings to thy great name,
What leaders mock thy weary plight,
And drown thee in eternal night.