This England
We can’t make this up.
We can’t justify the tears.
We’ll struggle to ask for their forgiveness in our prayers.
We can’t hide away the doubt and the fears.
We’ve lost so many now.
They do not seem to care.
We’ve seen families ripped apart because the promised; ‘the promised’ was never even there.
Where do we stand?
Where do the dark thoughts go?
Where does the healing hand hide?
Where did the dignity, the empathy, the humility, the kindness of our nation go?
We’ve seen our neighbourhoods change.
Crime seems to be picking up the pace.
Rights removed from our lives because profit and power shine brighter than the children whose parents think xenophobia is ace!
Where will it lead?
What will it spark?
When will the sun shine on the ‘sunlit uplands’ forever in the dark.
Lies, lies, lies, lies, lies.
Truth and honesty do not politicians do.
They’ve taken us for fools.
Yes, that’s right…
me and you.
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2023
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