There’s a constitutional crisis

There’s a constitutional crisis in the state of Kathmandu
With implications for the governance of the likes of me and you
How those in authority percolate their policies down
Affects the living standards in villages and town

Here in Britain we are blessed
With government that when pressed
Will answer all our questions in an open and honest manner
Even though the opposition tries to insert a spanner

There’s a gentlemen’s agreement a proven protocol
Of how to do business that is followed by all
Who enter the House with humility and pride
To become cannon fodder and through principle aside

Where is the rebellious loner who sticks to their path,
When all around toe the line, to avoid electoral death?
Castigated and castrated to the back bench they are sent
Left in the cold until one day they are forced to repent

For sticking to the promises they were elected on
For upholding the manifesto, the beliefs that they belong
The tenets that they hold dear, the way they live their lives
Let’s pray for them, and hope that they avoid the knife

And as we reflect on what politicians do
And analyse this apparent human zoo
We must ask if our democracy has passed the test
And consider if the current model is best

Now times are hard and we’ve cut to the bone
In a society when we are all alone
Where politicians consider removing milk
From young children and their ilk

Is there a better way to run our land,
When nothing goes as planned?
When everything is set askew
Perhaps its time, for something new.