Copyright © Christine Burns 1995,96
Is this fight for you or me ? I fear it’s hard to tell Campaigning means We share some dreams But not our hearts as well Which of us will gain the most When finally we raise that toast ? Which of us will shed the tears For all those dedicated years ? Which of us has paid the price Whose way of life has been on ice ? What is left when the crowd’s all gone The rostrum’s vacant And the speaker shares The emptiness With leaflets Their message done ? As chairs are stacked And lights are dowsed, When the victory has been caroused Then the altruist Just picks up her flowers And goes home