Hammer down the columns of history <br />Rip down the flags of this once proud country. <br />Disconnect talk of hope and replaced it with fear <br />Disperse our communities we once held so dear. <br /> <br />Say goodbye to pet shops, family days out <br />Christmas gatherings, for upon is a drought, <br />Wherein only the weeds shall prosper <br />Whilst the rest of us shall foster <br /> <br />Others fears then wither into slim stems <br />And our bright strong leaves shall bend <br />And curl, dry and die. We shall not walk <br />Upon white cliff tops nor shall we talk <br /> <br />About life in quaint little tea shops <br />Relaxing whilst watching swaying tree tops. <br />We shall sell our souls to insane reality <br />Which has polluted everything on t.v. <br /> <br />Pierce the bucket snap the spade <br />Our sandcastles have already been made <br />They crumble before our very eyes <br />But we are blinded by their clever lies. <br /> <br />Hammer down the columns of history <br />Erect devilish temples draped in in bloody <br />Sheets. Rip down the flag, burn the shops <br />I hope your prepared when the penny drops.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-the-penny-drops/
