Friday 13 September 2019

Elegy for the Britons


A light of winter in the sky 
A taste of metal in the wind
A hunger a cold devouring of light
A people adrift lost

A long drift, drags across the shore
A broken ship’s bones break the sullen wave
A lost dream is for a moment seen
A torn heart falls to the sea foam

A promise torn from a book of lies
A picture of the wise fool flutters
A banner proclaiming false hope
A tired breeze shakes through the litter

A darkness fills the heart of
A people who once saw 
A broken person as
A chance to help

A lie here, a sad whisper and all they see
A burden, a competitor
A foreigner, a different dreamer
A thing not a brother or sister in need

Where the word of hope, 
Where the prophet of joy,  
Where the lord of men
Where the teacher of truth, 
Where the priest of love
Where the carrier of light,  
Where the healer of pain
Where the restorer of the broken

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