And politics was not asked to wait
On courtesy.
Robust, direct and to the nerve
Were those whom we elected to serve
Our nation in imperial times
When sailors died for lack of limes
And life.
Indeed, what marked the fights
Of yesteryear, from knights
Chivalrous to men
Who fell in Ardennes,
Was malice, loathing, spite:
Politics was such a delight!
Now it’s “the honourable member”
Or “my honourable friend”.
Where has all the hatred gone?
Why did it have to end?
Once we had politics full of hate:
Oh, why – tell me why – was I born too late?
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