the east coast

Along the east coast
Wind blows from the sea
Dirty swells rush up the shore
Clouds gather in the sky
Burning sun dims somewhat
Airplanes glide down noisily
Bladers zoom down the paths
Cyclists pedal up and down
Patchwork of families lie
On the grass
Looking at
Some
Golfers in pretentious garb
Shoot balls on expensive greens
Out of reach of many
In hands of the few

just let us go

the hustings are over
the ruling party has won
many of us have not much choice
between a known and an unknown
easily going for the comfortable known
but we still wish
the known
will do more for the real poor
will do more for those who slip between cracks
will give equal healthcare to all
will give equal education to all
will respect the rights of all of us
will give us the right to talk freely
will not snoop on us in the net
will rely less on the paper-laden elite
will talk more with a heart and feel with us
will talk with us and not talk down to us
will treat us as adults
will treat us as partners
and
will treat us not as their children
who need to be whacked at times
and
will just let us go