The Heady Heights of Isolation – Written Friday 20th December 2019 (Aged 44)

The Heady Heights of Isolation

for the ‘patriots’
who wear the crown
we are now homeward bound
our cargo is safe
and nationality can wait

for us,
‘mere mortals’
it feels like isolation
and not a thing feeds and breeds power
like unfettered isolation
a dictatorship –
now seems a top ten hit
and the picture puzzle pieces is of corrupt –
institutions guzzling on their own greed
now they chillingly fit

the economically defunct
the migrants labelled with no worth
have boarded the ship
in anticipation of this nations rebirth
but we all know, this will end in tears
we know there is no sweet –
wine gum solution to our fears

so,
who now wears our crown
the head of state –
once held the sceptre of fate
but they choked too often –
on all that royal wedding cake




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James Garratt – Friday 20th December 2019