Crash and Burn by Andy Council
Immigrants washed up on the shore
Like plastic water bottles
And just about as welcome.
The candidates were selling excrement.
Words were being changed
At a feverous pace
To confuse and dismember intelligence.
It was being proven
That the only way to move forward
Was to go backwards.
Put on the back burner,
And feelings elevated to facts.
The unborn have formed advocacy groups
To market contraception,
But are being stifled