An updated interpretation of Drummer Hodge by Thomas Hardy
They throw in Drummer Lee-Rigby,
un-defended, just as culled.
His landmark a rain washed gutter,
which flushes the detritus of human life into a divisive Thames.
The cities true testament to multiculturalism.
Young Lee-Rigby never knew fresh from his red rose home,
that the pride of his life would out live that day to be left to his boyhood alone.
And why up-rose to nightly unrest,
white boys with hate unleashed in their breast.
Yet portion of that well-trod street
will Lee-Rigby forever be,
from blooded tarmac to fiery melee.
From hate filled night,
to grief filled day.
The death of a forgotten land,
and a scarlet line drawn in their sand.
© Wolfgar 2018
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