Ideology
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It's not just black and white,
Not simply he or she —
It all comes down to one thing:
A ruling ideology.
Who cares about reality,
When truth is kept at bay?
No right or wrong, no higher ground,
Just what the leaders say.
Politicians send our sons to war,
To die on distant, foreign shores.
And why? What is it for?
To guard their grand ideology — nothing more.
They come back home, try to find a place,
But council flats have left no trace.
Sold to fat cats with a grin —
That’s ideology once again.
Is my moral compass broke?
We pay through the nose for gas and light,
Water bills that drain us tight —
All part of corporate appetite,
Fueled by ideology cloaked.
Let’s take a vote — in or out —
And fifty-two percent shout “leave!”
But MPs twist and weave and doubt,
They’ve got their own beliefs to grieve —
That’s ideology, no reprieve.
Now let’s get real, and make it quick,
No more playing politics.
This world turns not on thoughts alone,
But actions — roots, and sticks, and stone.
Ideology might light the spark,
But it won’t guide us through the dark.
So let’s wake up, and truly see —
This world needs more than ideology.
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