Polly Tickle

Polly Tickle
Irony dances in shadows that gleam,
While bold claims of freedom slip into a dream.
The press, muffled voices, denied their space
A narrative woven who's lost in the chase?

Have the Politicians launched truth to the sky?
A flicker of hope, but it’s soaring high
Far from our grasp, it twinkles with flair,
While down here people are anchored, gasping for air.

Promises whispered like petals in flight,
Yet darkness is thickened where shadows invite.
Oh Irony waltzes with silence and pain,
In this circus of words, who stands to gain?

Empty declarations float on the breeze,
While real stories languish where's justice? Please!
We scream for the truth that once held us tight,
But it’s blasted afar in the dead of the night.

So dance on dear irony; guide us back home,
To a world where our voices can never be alone.