In the wake of politics
Moving only left or right
Pulled along by something
You can never steer or fight
You can stand there in the middle
Or have fun jumping waves
Or let go of the tow rope
And be nobody’s slave
And then you surf
Or sail
Or row
Or bail
Or… wait for some boat to come along
And perhaps let you on
Even let you drive
Until you dive
Into another wake of politics
Only the powerful thrive
Constantly pretending
To live their normal lives
They bask in their own glory
Or plan their next attack
But they never can stop moving
Or they won’t be coming back
Into the wake of politics
Where no one stands alone
Or ever can be trusted
Or truly shall atone
It’s a rare place for wisdom
Or even common sense
Where pleasantries do prefer
And love is all pretense
