By Viscount Doyle of Rabbit Flat:

(August 22 2010, on the election of a hung parliament)

In this din and bitter bilge

Dustily, dankly

Fine spots of smoke dust coldly strolling through sunlight beam

The Government is fallen

No replacement has risen to take its place

The cartoon narrative of race and victor is meaningless

Hope, schools, food, water and home

An exasperated nation

Wanting to go about their lives comfortable, unmolested, unscrutinized

Civilised

Is ignored by political media

That can’t get beyond Boy meets Girl

A couple of mother’s sons died as dawn broke over polling day

Defending this country from the land of the Pashtun

More death from folly in this democracy

It snowed in places

You speak to me of people they way the pawnbroker speaks of customers

It is a petty trade

And so, so many people in this land suck it up

And keep their heads down