Tories Have Killed Something Beautiful
We feel it growing in the hills
Where the battles of history were fought.
We see it’s wind in the fields
Where the food of our life grows
We hear it soar through the trees on the winds of the memories of lost souls.
It’s not about Brexit or British sovereignty it’s a clear line to history re-enacting itself.
Fascism creeps into our homes
Fascism bleeds into our blood.
They have built walls around our democracy.
Democracy for what our ancestors died to behold.
They will strip our decency and leave us to fight amongst each other for nothing at all
They will destroy this country until we stand and say enough one and all.
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2022
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