Park Bench Tales and other writings

Thoughts and writings reflecting the poet within and the activist


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Constitution

Constitution

Dried ink on a sheet of paper signed by old men

Honourable intentions flowing from the pen

Firm in their belief that wisdom had prevailed

Though doubters worried it might be derailed

Words crafted for principles to keep a nation safe

Precedents set down the years protecting from chafe

A governance that proclaimed a great birth

Where people might be recognised as having worth

Slowly through the ages tinkering took place

As questions were raised about gender and race

Citizens began to feel protected and included

Though a shadow wished others to be excluded

The paper of course has no value if ignored

The strength lies in being viewed with one accord

Who really is the custodian of these fine words

The follower of the nouns adjectives and verbs

Should the guardian be president senate or house

Would an eagle offer safety to the smallest mouse

Such interpretation reveals an underlying fallacy

An assumption that representation has morality

Principles are but fine words without belief

Words that can easily be twisted to suit a thief

Unless citizens believe then a constitution fails

Understanding the value is what belief entails

To be equal the principle must be upheld by all

If some are seen of lesser worth then comes the fall

Once power is seized the casualty is a constitution

Beware then of the creeping silent revolution

Freedoms that yield to the struggle for power

Belief must be the victor in this darkest hour

Only in belief can the constitution thrive

What will you do to keep founders’ words alive

Copyright: David Hopcroft October 2025


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The Path To Power

The Path To Power

They bought him toys when he was born

He found if he screamed they’d buy him more

They had to be new or he’d kick up a storm

They wanted him to be happy and not poor

At school his teachers thought he was rude

His behaviour towards others was of concern

Then his parents said the school would be sued

So they gave him top grades in return

As a teenager he bought several flash cars

He picked up girls each lasted a night

He sought happiness in the cocktail bars

He believed that his money bought might

Very soon he faced the first accusation

An undergraduate accused him of rape

But his lawyer acted without hesitation

A threat and a bribe helped him escape

In pursuit of happiness he became obsessed

Poor people were a nuisance and in his way

Each dollar he made left him feeling blessed

Though he sought for more riches every day

To many such behaviour was that of a leader

He was ruthless and he would get things done

They cheered his lies and praised him as a cheater

And that is the story of how fascism won

Copyright: David Hopcroft September 2025


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The Green and Purple People (revised)

The Green and Purple People

He awoke in the morning thanking God he was white

Or was he now the only god he was not quite sure

Throwing open the curtains was shocked at the sight

A crowd of Green and Purple people lined up to the door

He rang for security for this just could not be

Two purple people arrived asking why he was still there

He screamed he was the president of the land of the free

He’d been elected They said they didn’t care

His election was voided because only whites could vote

Not just white they also must be male

Now only Green and Purple people were of note

He’d better move out or face a life in jail

He packed his bags as he ranted and he raved

Swearing Green and Purple would get a comeuppance

He was a white supremacist and whites must be saved

But the Green and Purple judges didn’t care a tuppence

He screamed as they removed his glamour and glitter

That his red-capped followers would come to his aid

He raged like a wounded bull but he was old and bitter

They told him the Green and Purple were to be obeyed

A life of bullying and threatening came to an end

When the Green and Purple decided enough was enough

The ex-president could no longer bully and pretend

When the Green and Purple rose up and called his bluff

Copyright: David Hopcroft May 2025


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Another Election

Just another election

He was a proper little perky politician

Who perfected perjuring with his performance

Painting pictures of pretence upon a canvas

Pretty paragraphs to help pollute the populace

Are you calling me a liar I won the last election

I am the only truth and I know I am perfection

They hate me but you see God gave me protection

I might even be divine and this is my resurrection

Devious and daring in the danger he dished out

Dirty dodgy deals pretending to be devout

Dereliction of his duty in the damage he inflicted

Disaster a reality in the country he depicted

I am the chosen one to make this country great

You could sense I am a genius each time I debate

I have been a winner twice now we’re gonna reinstate

Keeping out the crooks that try to desecrate

There’s another whopper written on the gate

A withering of wish lists as his disciples wait

Worshipping himself never wavering in his belief

As he wanders aimlessly a whisper is emerging

We’re gonna build a wall one hundred feet high

Listen carefully for I cannot tell a lie

I’m the greatest man since Lincoln nobody can deny

I’ll be the president forever until I die

Copyright: David Hopcroft August 2024

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