Too Many Hearts This Time, Johnny…

A thousand years ago (it seems)
I wrote a poem for the poor, sorry
bastards whose water choices
were reamed by arrogant bureaucracy.

Now our ‘Follow me chaps, yes me,
I’m over here, standing on the chair’
PM has unleashed the eloquence of
his tame water spaniel to sort it out.

Bully for him – there’s an election
this year. In the meantime it hasn’t
rained enough to slake a goanna’s
thirst – but he’s gonna save the rivers first!

If the man could think outside the
square he’d guess climate change
is the cause, not despairing farmers
clamouring for more resources.

But that’s where he’s chosen to send
the spaniel – and to spend the ten billion
he’s promised over the next ten years. By
when he’ll be seventy seven.

I don’t think there is a prospect this plan
will meet the need – too clearly a ploy
to buy votes and not fix what’s been broken.
Just too many hearts this time, Johnny…
© I.D. Carswell 2007-01-26