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For Shame
For Shame Their cold bronze eyes stare out at us from busy thoroughfare Heroic gaze and presence met with apathetic stare The marble plinths now stained with piss record with misery Of truth and Kings and Glorious dead condemned to history Graffiti ‘s witless scribbles stains and mars our heroes stands and thuggery runs feral in multi coloured bands No shame no pride encumbers they our landmarks here defile Like pigeons stains on marble heads they vent their acid bile What now of Nelson, Churchill, Drake, of Wellington and more How are our Heroes memories served, by smearing them with gore What spawned this breed of British men devoid of care and shame Who know nothing of the Greatness of these bronzed men of fame If Hero's could for just one day return as what they were And take in hand these untamed brats, these craven little curs To throw them onto Flanders fields or stand at Agincourt And know the price of honour, these giants paid and bought And when this generation pass, as car parks gain the ground Our Heroes plinths will be condemned to underpin the mound On which will stand graffitied towers our apathy displayed Whilst from the past great men look on with countenance dismayed.
Copyright © 2024 David Wallace. All Rights Reserved

Book: Shattered Sighs