The Pockets of Power

Everything you came to love 
So freely bought and sold
An easy life, dependent on
A pocketful of gold

A world of privilege and greed

Was yours from earliest youth
You never knew the contents of
A pocketful of truth

You opened wide your gaping maw
From which came – no surprise –
The latest mad extraction from

Your pocketful of lies

You sought to foment seismic change 
And make your country great
But deeply thrust your hand inside
A pocketful of hate

What you dislike’s condemned as fake 
You guess this makes you strong
But only adds more substance to

Your pocketful of wrong

Your moral baseness further dips
With each offensive tweet
And yet more shame augments what’s in
Your pocket of deceit

All decent folk desire that you
Will not achieve your goals
Each decanted safely in
A pocketful of holes

© John Welford