Day: May 12, 2019

Inhuman cries

On the theatre, I saw two big signs
One said Entrance, one Brexit did show.
Can we never leave  if we go in?
We have chosen, what we cannot know

Is it a bleak satire or device
To gain attention from  the passersby?
Brexit is no Play,  in law it’s real
.Am I  now a foreigner or a spy?

The biscuit box said Torture Freedom From
Do Peek Frean want to saintliness aspire?
It was my  inner  mind that made ” Torture”
Whether waterboarding or pure fire

Etched into my mind the shock, the lies
People locked up, chained, inhuman crimes.

Oh,treason of Enlightenment, logic!

Between the  orchards and the hunting Chace
The cedar trees and Tudor walls of brick
Stood  this ancient town and Market Place

A Norman church  stands   here within my  gaze
Though ugly buildings nearby cause me shock.
Among the  orchards and the  green filled Chace

Amid the shadows, I can see your face
My mind  dreams  while awake and  tricks
This little town  and me in  others’ Place

A Cedar tree stood near the  Palace Gate
Now chopped down  for ugly flats en bloc
Felled now are the  orchards by the Chace

No longer ruling, squashed by Banks, new, base
The Church has shrunk, an isle, a lick
Oh little town, is this creative space?

As the clocks run on, bombs tick
Oh treason of Enlightenment, Logic!
Between the  orchards and the hunting Chace
Stood this little town with  gracious space.