when all lies burning

when all lies burning
will those who sold our country
still wave their receipts?

trump will come again
to wade through the cold ashes
of british conceit

weigh anchor, europe!
the british ship sails no more
save to the locker

may in the crow’s nest
a ouija guides her fingers
to a greener shore

with saruman’s tongue
jacob twists a fragile truth
while the shire is stripped

listen not to may
she trumps herself in the house
while the boys play bridge

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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2 Responses to when all lies burning

  1. Nice one, Frank. The world has gone insane, hasn’t it? I don’t know how Trump gets away with it or why anyone would want to join in his horrific game.

    • Frank says:

      Between Putin’s political interference and the growing influence of the alt-right, it’s a very troubling time. Even BBC News has become biased and unreliable.

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