A Yorkshire Poet Poet Free verse

Upon the Brink

So, we stand upon the brink
Of our Society as we watch it sink
Under the weight of the political mire and it’s representatives so dire

Our England is at stake 
Our England is what they’ve made
A junk yard of promised truths
A cesspit of lies and untruths

Do we watch it sink into the the world
Watch it fail with no strength at all.
Or do we stand and raise our hands
Do we say these are ours,
these lands.

Do we have a slither of the muscled strength that our ancestors showed with no pretence.
They fought and died for you and me
They fought and died for this country

What are we?
What are we?

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Anselmo Boles February 12, 2022 at 11:26 PM I agree. I'm still hopeful that there are still brave and well-intentioned souls left out there, who will do their best to make a difference and keep our world's sanity intact. Be well...ab

Anselmo Boles February 10, 2022 at 4:56 PM I can relate to your emotional outcry, for here in the US, we are also dealing with twisted megalomaniacs and sociopaths, wanting to change the system to a dictatorship! These next few years will be a daunting time--let's hope things change for the better for all. A fine write!...ab A Yorkshire Poet February 12, 2022 at 11:14 AM Hi Anselmo, Thank you very much for your comments. Our world is changing but like me - you know how good it could be. Stay safe.