Monday 28 September 2020

The Light Is Flickering

 The light is flickering, wavering, and wandering

And I wonder, as I sit here pissed and wondering

What is the light? A dream, a flicker

A cream, that rises, or a reason to bicker?

Love is easy, an instinct to blossom

Hate is its lazy, a way to say toss 'em

So easy to see the way to the end

So hard to seek the way to amend

A maelstrom of colour

With men of no honour

The lies fall from their lips

As they scuttle their ships

All elevated, by we, by the power of vote

We stand proud and salute, and go down with our boat.