Some claim they don't do politics 

Cos it's a game of dirty tricks

That powerful people try to fix

I guess that much is true.

 

I too can see what's going wrong

The same sad singers sing the same sad songs

Leaving no space for me and you

To feel that we belong.

 

But if that leaves us in a rage

Which makes us choose not to engage

We leave for them an empty stage

To tell tall tales, short on other points of view.

 

So, I beg you, not to turn away

Please know your value to the fray

This will be a dirtier game if you don't play

And ever so slightly fairer, if you do.