the lost magic

‘I am here, I am here, and I am gone!’
The sleeping beauty stands at the door
Holding his key to his sleeping zone
He knows he needs that very soon

Dr M and his party
Gathering in a hotel bashing away
The idiot who can’t speak English warned
The whip will come slashing its way?

The messages gone
In the corridor of power
The X-men maintain the silence
The power in their hands
The wealth grooms in their eyes
For who wants to forget
The golden light on the corridors

And the mirror of beauty
Snoring all the way……
In a little while he flip-flops again
Putting up a white flag waving in the air
He has enough as he tries to navigate his exit

Will it be in December?
Maybe in the 1st sitting of Parliament
He will be gone………………?

Personally I don’t want to give chances
As days drag on many covering traps will be done
When the trail blazing is still hot in our minds
It is better to get it all nicely packaged it
Sealed and delivered stopping the diggers
For stealing the land and squandering wealth

The playground is empty
No ice-cream sellers around
The hot balloons too have gone
Only the empty swings, seesaws and dustbins
Lying around waiting for the beat
The sleeping beauty stands alone
Head down whispering to the wind
‘I have to go there is no two way about’