Chronicle of an election foretold
There was a rumble and a shudder,
a thunder and a tumble:
one of those sounds you hear
maybe every nine or twelve years.
AVALANCHE! It came down the slope
at pace. For Judith and Gerry, no hope.
Queen Cindy has played a solid game
and her number two bloke, whatsisname.
It’s a strange contest, where you begin
at the start with a thumping win.
Then over time you look less swish.
From Alfa Romeo to more like Toyota Wish.
And it has been a hell of a year or two.
We’re bruised by what we’ve been through.
Perhaps kindness is the key
but the kind of kindness we need to see
now must go beyond reassuring speech.
It must extend both breadth and reach.
That’s what we need J.A. to deliver.
Those houses she mentioned, those fresh blue rivers.
Her goals seem worthy. Her intent sincere.
Strangely, suddenly, it’s now cool to care.
But there is much to be done. The future’s looking cold.
So please get moving: fortune favours the bold.
Victor Billot has previously been moved to write odes for such luminaries as Garrick Tremain, Todd Muller, David Clark, James Shaw and Billy Te Kahika.
*Made with the support of Creative New Zealand*
