Unenthusiastic in the undertones, my lovely, Couldn't find the overtures to make Lost the thread of all the actualities, my sweet ****** if I can find the strength to take.
For once I loved a King who said I couldn't, He stole the very focus of my dream, Amputated all with intensity, entailed, Said expediency would cauterize, the scheme.
Speechless, nay with outrage, I exfoliated bare Extolled the very essence of my ire, Screamed his traitorous intent rendered my belief, spent, My constituents now caste on the pyre.
Treachery suffered is treachery sent It slices the heart like a knife, Expediency spent incurs such discontent That all trust is severed...for life.
M. Taranaki, NZ Feb 12 2021
In an effort to save two ailing communities I submitted two remits seeking urgent Government support. The remits were refused by the Prime Minister of the day on the grounds that neither qualified for reversal because they were not politically expedient at the time.
Knowing the ramifications of this decision on the communities and being permitted no leeway to negotiate... I expressed my disgust and walked away from politics and my leader...and never, ever went back. M.