End Days
I climbed to the top of the moral high ground
And stopped to admire the view
And there in the light of your children’s eyes
I saw the real you
The NDA you drafted denying your DNA
Your memorandum of misunderstanding
The pre-nup that you signed pre-nap
Mayday Mayday Mayday
Referees and refugees have no time for poetry
The sheepdog is a racist, the pigeon paraplegic
The writer’s sprained his wrist again
And needs an Analgesic
Meanwhile ingenious inventors
Have drain drained our lakes and rivers
Tearing down our galleries and libraries
To build more data centres
