This is the Budget coming from the dispatch box
Bringing the new economic order
Tax cuts for the rich, how much for the poor,
Or the shop on the corner or the girl next door?
Channelling Renton (‘choose life’) a steady climb,
The deficit’s against him but he says he’s got time
Walking tall again, Britain’s getting bolder
Braying support from over his shoulder,
Noisy mayhem on the green benches
(All of them notable for lack of wenches).
Quietening down as he clarifies approaches
To spending and borrowing and where debt encroaches
Austerity cannot change its course;
Youth slumber on what have they lost?
Farmers get to spread their costs – they’re awake
But the bedroom tax still stalks estates.
Osborne freshens the climb is done,
Down towards detail he descends
Towards the Northern powerhouse where he amends, how to recoup business rates,
And adds support for transport and for health,
Set out on the page like gigantic innovations.
All Scotland awaits him:
In ‘one United Kingdom’
People long for something new.
Tax cuts for the rich, share sales from banks
Freedom in ISAs, and housebuyers say thanks
Welfare reform and invitations
To pursue tax avoidance or tax evasion,
And rising applications for situations
And married person’s tax allowance declarations
And gossip, gossip from all the papers:
Circumstantial news, financial capers.
Measures with living standards shown enlarging
Others say pressures still there on the margins
Measures for pensioners and air ambulances
Yorkshire job creation bigger than France’s,
Measures to support veterans and remember wars
And the 600th anniversary of Agincourt
Measures to appeal to every political hue
The purple, the orange, the green and blue,
The hard-working, the saving, the reassuringly boring
The digital natives, the orchestras touring,
Measure for middle-term, short-term and long,
Measures that some will say just are plain wrong.
Thousands are still undecided
Dreaming of alternative futures
And friendly candidates on the doorstep or the ballot paper:
Deciding in working Glasgow, deciding in well-set Edinburgh
Deciding in oil-rich Aberdeen,
And even in England they continue their dreams
And shall wake soon longing for results
And none will switch on the TV or the radio
Without a quickening of the heart
For who can bear to find out if they’re forgotten?
Tags: General Election 2015, George Osborne