We are the Silent
We are the silent masses
We are the politician’s fools
We are the plain and the ordinary
The hurlers on bar room stools
We are the data fodder
Results in election TV
We are the trendy forecasts
The outcomes they’re waiting to see
The pie-charts on Party tables
The malleable numbers are we
We are the taken for granted
Our opinions assumed to be
Yet silent, we are not unthinking
We see through the hype and the spin
Don’t think for us or make assumptions
We determine who’ll lose or who’ll win.
Our marches and protests don’t matter
We have little to fight with of note
But our numbers, and our secret weapons
Our pencils, and our little vote.
Martin Swords
January 2015
Wicklow Writers
