England's great heart bleeds tonight,
Heavy tears roll down her cheeks,
Her eyes burn like a sad destitute,
She lives in a ransacked home,
Her windows are smashed, her pockets picked,
Her back yard a blazing din,
Her children run wild like dogs unleashed,
Her neighbours keep peering in,
The fragile veneer of a civilised life,
Punctured, pierced pulled apart at the seams,
Like a one armed rag doll left to rot,
In a puddle of stale petulant dreams,
Where once was a cause worth fighting for,
Now consumes a paradise emptiness,
Where once was the cross a rallying call,
Now in exile unpleasant land caught,
Green only with envy for the cele-bratty plight,
A mere shadow of her former life.
(Lament, lament, lament,
Children of the golden calf,
Smashed tablets, PC's, correct politcale,
Repent, repent, repent,
Children of the grafted vine,
For the authority you so disdain,
Is soon to attest its might.)
((Some words dedicated to the fourteen year old looters who are springing up in towns across the country like wild mushrooms overnight. The first lines remind us that this is our country, we all make it what it is and what shames one shames us all. This is my house, your house, our back yard, our children running amok whether you like it or not. The poem migrates into a skit on the hymn Jerusalem with its 'green and pleasant land' and points at an idolatry that has taken root in the soul of the country - the worship of a consumer paradise emptiness. The bracketed lines refer to passages from the bible, specifcally Exodus 32:1-35 and Romans 11:17-24.You don't have to read these if you don't care. The tablets referred to could be tablet PC's or the sacred tablets of Moses - who knows, who cares? The authority referred to could be that of the police or that of God - who knows, who cares? Do you? Good night. )
