They’ve been a sleazy bunch, this lot,
but I trust them with my taxes
[having no choice in this]
and not to over-step the line,
but the line is only dashed in chalk,
like hopscotch grids, fated to be mourned
by children on a rainy day, when April’s
steady drizzle chases it down the drains.
I trust them not to go insane
and take to torching the houses
of Tory voters [although sanity
in this context is a subjective concept
some would say], but discriminations of a
different kind exist; Asian kids stopped
and searched ‘randomly’, while white travellers
take their seats on commercial planes.
I guess I trust them not to construct
Muslim ghettos, and not to outlaw
anti-government art, and other
stuff that would cause an uproar
[although protest restrictions have been tightened],
and I supposed I should trust them not to spy
on me [we’re captured daily on CCTV,
but that’s for our own protection].
So I could vote for them next election,
despite their compulsory identity scheme,
which surely isn’t sinister and won’t infringe
on my privacy; it’s merely so they know
who’s who and where, and whether they try
to disappear [whoever would want to escape
the clutches of good ol’ Labour?] If you’ve
nothing to hide, you’ve nothing to fear.
That’s the slogan for this programme of Guilty
Until Proven Dead; terrorism and
immigration have triggered problems, but we
can’t tackle the roots or reasons, instead
it’s easier to regard the entire nation
with suspicion, stick them on a computer
and force them to pay for plastic intrusion,
taking advantage of their ignorance.
So, to show I trust this lot
I must
accept flashing my right to exist on command
and having my fingerprints taken like a criminal
and my iris scanned when I go to the bank
and medical assistance denied if the card is in my other wallet
and my whole life stored in a database
and that database being open to identity theft
and risk the threat of fraudsters stealing my existence
and being heavily fined if I refuse to comply with this
because I trust them.
Kind of.
But what about the next lot, the ones after that…
or after that…
or…?
So what about the next lot? How can anyone
guarantee me that this country will forever be
a [semi] democracy? I want to be able
to believe I’m left with a chance of evading
any future [further] corrosion
of our liberties.