A skill you execute, par excellence
While running scared of anything
That spooks Maori or our MSM
God forbid you’re asked
For your opinion on a controversial task
No straight answers but your bent is clear
Labour-lite behind a National mask
And it seems to me, you lead us all
Like a candle in the wind
Smoky visions, dim decisions
Prone to wavering
Another corporate crusader
In a social justice cloak
Your candle’s almost burnt right down
Your legend’s going broke
Confrontation ain’t your thing
When hounded you retreat and then give in
You support a “partnership”
With those who want it all
A United Nations devotee
Virtue-signalling each Left-inspired decree
Pledging billions into climate change
A naive wastrel’s spending spree
And it seems to me, you lead us all
Like a candle in the wind
Blowing one way, then the other
When the Press piles in
Defining principles is tricky
For a woke “progressive” bloke
Your candle’s almost spluttered out
Your legend’s up in smoke
Oh yes, it seems to me, you lead us all
Like a candle in the wind
Obscure and hazy, logic lazy
When Treaty rights blow in
Your time on stage is almost over
And your lines are all but spoke
Your candle’s close to vanishing
Your legend’s ‘bout to croak
Derek Mackie is a former geologist with a keen interest in current affairs and a penchant for satire.
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