Gone Gone Gone, gone, the way of the winds Harshly blown from a wicked sea. Flotsam gathered on sullied beach And weathered faces, beaten, lost. The downtrodden, the forgotten, the left behind. Gone, gone, the intolerance chimes On streets that declare, Be gone! You ain’t one of us! England for the English! The feted few of privilege gained. Gone, gone, no longer the welcomed. No longer a better life of village green No longer the rolling hills, but the brownlands A city decayed, daubed in hate. Gone gone, but how much longer can we stay? ________________________________ Inspired by Larkin's 'Going Going' It feels so much that Britain has passed it's tipping point...intolerance, poverty, inequality, anger, division, resentment, political angst, austerity.
