Goodbye Merrye Olde England
Gone, long gone -
cast into the wistful yearning of yesteryear
the halcyon days of reminiscence and longing
of summertimes and certainties,
of niceties and neighbours and the joy of friendships
that were built of stronger stuff
Gone, long gone –
Words of wisdom from the wise and the weary
The sanctuary afforded to the fearful child
within the earnest custody
of the household of hope and the tight family circle
where retreat was absolute
Gone, long gone –
The sense of belonging to a sympathetic world
Benevolence and compassion lived in every home
Good will to all men, every day
Malevolence and cruelty, exception - not the rule
Crimes happened to other folk
Gone, long gone –
The handshake was king and contracts were to be honoured
Trust was a byword for Politician and Banker
Good people were all those we knew
And bad guys were those wore black hats in the movies
Or read about in the papers
Gone, long gone –
Prayers at school and teachers with Bibles on their desks
Learning of a God who loved the little children
It helped us sleep at night
And lightened the crippling load of Mums and Dads
who strove to give us their all
Gone, long gone –
the hope of a future long promised by governments
who have sold our birthright into slavery
and frittered our Faith away
What future for a Christian country where 'Christ' is nought
But a post-watershed curse?
Copyright © Bill Lindsay | Year Posted 2015
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