Some moments in political history
are like this:
On a green hill
stands a thousand year old oak tree
with a sword propped against its massive trunk
plus a noose hanging from a large branch.
And the choice for the ‘right honourable’ politicians is?
Either fall on the sword -
or put the noose around your neck
and step off the soap-box
trusting a mature angel will get there before a fallen angel
and glancing at the crossed scales on another green hill not so far away
will pick up the sword
and use it wisely.