Hoist Your Colours
You took your blue love to the country, with your blue love, coaxed the lambs,
yet all your tortured promises painted red across our land.
Your scarlet lies bleed into whitened teeth and bloodless smiles,
resting on starched rhetoric that will never come to trial
for those thousands, who though faceless, announced throughout the year
are a harvest you will long reap with a money grubbing leer.
You claim it was a season, a time of testing fears
doing all you could at cost of a generations tears.
You will never take your colours back from your mire of blackened shirts
filthy, with your own dark thoughts, of Gold amongst their hurt.