What majesty of awesome beauty and dignity we find her,
The Palace of Westminster standing on the bank of The Thames, London’s ancient river.
For over two thousand years she has been a beacon for democracy
And great statesmen in the past have enhanced her spiritual stature immeasurably.
 
The Palace has withstood plague, fire, war in her history;
Now, her high reputation is seen by the world seriously wanting,
Stained by some members who took leave of their senses, claiming living expenses.
Tempted by easy access to public funds which were available,
They succumbed to temptation, for them inevitable;
Maybe their ill considered actions will forever be unforgivable.
 
But pause a while, from those hallowed halls flanked with committee rooms;
Hundreds of men and women for little or no pay, for hours debate
Issues of importance, for people in and beyond the State.
Gracious are they who care for those before themselves.
 
Some of  those avaricious members were seen in the self same situation,
Working industriously but were seduced by greed, as was Eve.
Exposed by the media, reputations ruined with no delay
Despite their regret and promises to re-pay.
 
But let‘s remember those worthy unknown souls
As their time and experience for others to benefit, are their goals.
They walk alongside great men of yore,
Expecting no remuneration, accolades, or bouquets.
 
The Palace, her splendor will not be tarnished
By a few, who used the system for their own advantage.