If ye break faith with us...

Have the political elite kept faith?

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Since 1914 millions have fought and died fighting for our freedom, our democracy and our way of life.  Have our political elite kept faith with those who died?  I think not; but would encourage each and everyone of you to look around you, think hard and make up your own minds.
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
Best Wishes 
Will