I see them in forgotten towns

men in pairs and burdened mums,

nowhere stares with heads bowed down

“Something broken this way comes”

 

In carless forecourts of bleak hotels

where fag butts rot and litter blows,

cruel deals are done that no one tells…

We turn our heads so no one knows.

 

While in the dens of whispered spite

be-trolleyed locals sneer and scoff,

at those who stain their one birthright,

and dare to be of different cloth…

 

This inheritance of human spill

a cash cow for the Corporate Kings,

who for 14 years and lack of will

made misery their sum of things.

 

Times will change as time must do

with cut and thrust new Kingdoms Come,

and who’s to say it won’t be you

that those who rise will hateful shun.