My City My Nation

Bludgeoning gray towers randomly spread, ingesting the living in their walls and beds. Skeletal dragons seen through Cervantes eyes yet no whirling windmills in Manchester's skies. A flag flutters freely where the wind takes it mind, red white and fading as this nation unwinds. Yesterdays grandeur all around now unseen, cowering in the shadows cast by the greedy and obscene. Lip service is paid to placate guilty minds but the monsters still rise leaving all beauty behind. Natures sounds scarcely heard in this city so crass, no foxes no deer no style no class. A symptom of time, progress and decay, with more mouths to feed and so little pay And the final betrayal by kinsmen of ours, majority counts for nought and the 3 lions cower. Self serving parties spewing arrogant polices arrogant buffoons and arrogant half truths, serving their pay masters the rich and aloof. Looking forward I see with the vision of the blind, democracy is dying as this once great nation sighs. .