All our ethics fled as hate ran loose

The old man stumbles as he sits by me
We were both athletic in our youth
Now we’re wounded by life history.

We sat in pain on plastic sloping seats
London Transport fears  a crazy thief
The old man stumbles as he sits by me

Oh,I would love to sit down by the sea
And let the tide  remove my tears of grief
We’re  each wounded by life history.

Yet we’ve lived three times as long as Keats
The artist soul who died still in his youth
The old man stumbles as he sits by me

My granny  had 10 sons  but four would die
Another  shot in France,oh God on high!
We’re  each wounded by life history.

The genocides and wars unstructured truth
And all our ethics fled as hate ran loose
The old man stumbles as he sits by me
We  wound   and kill  the Others as they flee