Darling Albion

Darling Albion
We already reaped a bitter harvest
A mountain of dead
This time at home, in no time of war, instead of brown people far away
We hoped enough would see
The suffering, the starving children, rotting houses,
This time at home, in no time of war, instead of brown people far away

Conveniently always someone else, so they turned away sightless smug

Jackboot clown, slogans, comfort of easy lies
Slow violence, killing voiceless victims
The rose-tinted empire’s endless trick
Unheard, unseen, out of mind (of course)

Dear Albion
Do you know how much we love you?
We stand always with those suffering
Even you, lied to and abused,
Always speaking for the dead
Roaring in our despair, with love

Can you understand?
You are not the bank, but the currency?
Your hopes and dreams deep fried
A barbeque of lies

Darling Albion
While you slept birthright was stolen
Half awake you see some imagined other
While those without honour, or love for one another
Party on your bones
Point jaundiced finger

This time at home, in no time of war, at brown people not far away
They fooled you in your sleep

Dear Albion
Do know how much we love you?

So wake

I hear tomorrow roaring down at me

I hear tomorrow roaring down at me
Relentless fire
Everything you love will one day be gone
But
So will all you hate

And that’s fine
It’s better
Better than better

So death or just temporary silent sleep
Before some complex chain of circumstance, cause and condition
Throws another pattern up on the beach?

Roaring down
Like wind that shakes the foundations
Wait long enough
It will be gone

So did you bend in the wind
Or did you hold hard
Let those foundations crack?

And that’s fine
It’s better
Better than better

Each life a brick in an infinite wall
The one who knows says
This is the way each relates to the other

And this body
This now
Becomes dust

Something persists,
Can be seen by subtle eye
But really

Nothing lasts
Everything changes
All plaited and pulling

Infinite rope, the strands
The causes and conditions
Just go back, and maybe loop

So there is no beginning

And that’s fine
It’s better
Better than better