As the entire globe is burning bright

Our politics is changing like wild weather
The rain so heavy soaked  my   flecked tweed coat
Then the sun came back  as gay as ever

I wish I were down deep in Ilkley’s   heather
 Near the  haunted moors of Wuthering Heights
Our politics is violent like the weather

A criminal now leads as people gather
In impressive thunder  and strange light
When the sun comes back we’ll get some offers

A little child shall lead us  despite scoffers
Now the Amazon is burning bright
Our politics is violent like the weather

We have our own home grown dictator
He betrayed   us like the  immigrants in flight
The English Channel is such tempting water

We need some braver people   to ignite
Debates about what’s wrong and how to right
Bad  politics is crueller  than bad weather
Will the sun came back ? In hell, I gather