Can You Smell Smoke
The sparklers crackle as they sparkle
and rockets light up the the sky
but, as the Catherine wheel is spinning,
who thinks of the guy
who took his politics to Parliament,
along with barrels of dynamite,
was then caught then executed
when the fuses failed to ignite.
No cracker jacks for Mr Fawkes,
a subversive type of bloke,
who when his plans were tested,
watched them go up in smoke.
so as you munch on hot chestnuts,
please recall his fate
and light the touch paper
of your own views before it's too late.
11/05/16
Copyright © Bea Rutherford | Year Posted 2016
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