David Wallace Poet Rhyme Royal

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.

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