If I were the man that had to decide,
from the list right at my side,
the lucky schools that shall be built,
I would make the call with a certain guilt.
If I were the man that had to pick,
who would gain that cherished brick,
my hopes would be for those who won,
my thoughts with those whose dreams undone.
If I were the man who was told,
my decision had been way too bold,
my eyes would droop and my head would drop,
for a moment or two my heart would stop.
If I were the man who had heard,
an abuse of power had occurred,
I would not say I was delighted,
get wobbly kneed and over-excited.
If I were the man who had read,
that ‘Unlawful’ was what the judge had said,
I would not jump around with glee,
but check the mirror – not like what I see.
If I were Gove – the man at the top,
my decision would be to make it stop,
knowing that this mess was mine,
I’d write ‘Dear David’ and then resign.