Labour Party's slogan for this general election is 'Change' - I wonder what that means?
Change
Is this what Keir means in the interminable
fuss,
of hustings and on the Labour
battle bus?
In the dawn of July 4th, whispers of change arise,
A dance of seasons, a kaleidoscope of skies.
Leaves unfurl, petals bloom, parties shift their course,
change weaves its magic, an unseen, force.
Or is it to do with a move to clarity
after 14 years of dishonesty.
From caterpillar to butterfly, a metamorphosis unfolds,
Wings stretch wide, colours emerge, stories yet untold.
Mountains crumble, oceans surge, landscapes rearrange,
Change, the silent architect, shapes our world's range.
All very pretty and idealistic,
but with election promises, be realistic.
Embrace the flux, the ebb and flow, as blue turns into red,
for change is unknown canvas, where shades meet the dread of light,
in the tapestry of history, threads of truth will emerge,
Labour’s purpose, our existence, must change from dull to bright.
©David L
Atkinson July 2024
God Bless
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