Monday, 24 April 2017

Late Britain

Fool Britainia

Once again the politics flame
Blurry spears suggesting hope
Hardly radiating heat
Thin veneer of smoky scope

So many feeling mislead duped
A puppet nation on a string
Mutinous and cast adrift
On jam tomorrow’s future spring

A once proud kingdom’s broken heart
See heavy weather beckoning
Rudderless approaching storms
Toward a rocky beach head reckoning

No charismatic lighting beacons
Stirring speeches that inspire
A bunch of hopeful speculations
Cannot invigorate desire

A nightmare gallop to oblivion
Whilst feeble platitudes proclaim
Looking back in years from now
Before ‘Late Britain’ staggered lame

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