So many issues are clouded over Parliament these days . The photograph tells the story of just a few. On Westminster Bridge we see it these days with a line of bollards to protect from terrorism and at the same time the cyclists whose intrusive lane has stolen valuable road. Cars now back up to and beyond the Waterloo bridge as the narrow road and 20mph cram the snails in the cars. The masses of people have set up shop on the bridge playing loud music to the masses crossing the River to and fro like Yo Yo Ma on speed. Every race known to mankind on the bridge in London.
As PM Rishi tries to satisfy everyone in the House of Uncommons extending fossil futures and green agendas the poor guy is under attack. We want to progress to a better, cleaner world but our own Society gets polluted by drugs, knife crime , debauched and debated on social media. The Big Ben clock ticks and the Tok away is that we are in decay. Decay on the street, Decay on the beeches, Decay on the landing grounds we have surrendered and poor Winston who stands motionless on a plinth at the end of the bridge weeps.
Our data , our lives are being stored in the cloud in readiness to be regurgitated on Judgement day. On the Bridge over troubled waters at Westminster there is no longer rank from the sewer but a vast takeaway being built to flush out our mess and give the cyclists more road to run on. In Parliament Square the Brexit and Wreck it brigades throw insult at the Remainers alongside nations demonstrating their own National Nark on our borrowed streets as they can’t do it in theirs. The Police in vans ready to pounce of problems surround the area politely, politically and purposefully helping tourists find their way to see the sights of fame, the Palace, the Abbey , the War Rooms and of course Parliament.
Rich London , rich in history , streets paved in devalued gold ravaged by inflation and borrowing to the point that payback will be a disappearing word from the English dictionary. In that other place the House of Lords , hereditary, anointed and appointed Lords and Ladies slug it out cleansing the mess that the other place sends over. Those in there ply their wisdom yet little wisdom is seen as our clouds darken ready for those inevitable rains.
Climate Chance , Crying for Change fill the place , Eco , Economics and Eternal occupy our days as we seek exit for the Moon and Mars for everybody knows that according to Leonard Cohen ‘ the place is rotten ‘ . Yet notwithstanding there is hope yes hope has not left the City , for cometh the hour cometh the ….. man / woman who will find formulas for the future , that will end the Winston Weep and takeaway the clouds that hang over us into more history to ply to those thousands that keep coming to our Capital by rogue boats and legal lanes.
Every cloud does have a silver lining and yes the Mayor will leave , yes Parliament will find someone with Common sense to lead the Commons and that the backstop Lords will stop backing away and contribute positively rather than just mark the homework. As I passed the Abbey of I thought of all the Greats that made Great Britain there entombed and of Kings and Queens crowned within to lead us over those troubled waters, those Red Seas and Jordan’s into the promised lands that awaited. The clouds moving away the sun to shine.
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