Home » Poems » A Yorkshire Poet » Upon the Brink

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?

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Anselmo Boles

Date: 2/12/2022 11:26:00 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

Date: 2/10/2022 4:56:00 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
Date: 2/12/2022 11:14:00 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.