The Political Class (September 2019: U.K In The Midst Of Brexit) Poem by DM W

Who among you cannot but admire the political class?
Who believe that Britannia still rules the waves;
Who weep crocodile tears and disrespect democracy;
Who stink to high heaven on all sides of the debate;
Whose narrow visions allow for no kind of awakening;
Whose truths are hot air balloons floating in the breeze;
Whose elite schooling distances them from cold steel reality;
Whose speeches are epics of empty rhetoric;
Whose point scoring would be better suited to game shows;
Whose egos are obese and in need of counselling;
Whose blood is decidedly bureaucratic;
Whose world view is shaped by doubt & fear;
Whose allegiance to the Queen is laughable;
Whose honours system is a relic from some bygone age
And whose hearts and souls are as bleak and grey as tombstones.
Who among you cannot but admire the political class?