The fires have been lit
And in awe we will sit
Marvelling at our world
As it newly unfurled
Fired up and ready to go.
The fire was well lit
And a shimmering glow
Is all that remains of it’s passion
A spark in the air as it floats
Towards the torch it has fashioned
From the air.
We wait for madness to end
Our tin gods to rot, descend
The embers glowing slightly
At the world they take lightly
Torn down around us
By those who live in pretend
Saying it’s a shame to end
The regime that they built
And they’re hiding under a quilt
Of lies and disrespect
But hey don’t worry
It’s all going so swiftly
They’ll be be right nifty
there’s no need to get fired up
Just hold out your begging cup.
Ailsa
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