The cities of England burn
with the rage of youth -
nothing to gain
and nothing to lose.
Blitzkrieg rains incinerate
shops and schools
as they rush through
“so why not go get your own?
a penny’s worth, a purse,
“nearly one million school leavers
out of work,
a generation lost
So sirens wail as batons flail
like v-bombs launched
at the nation’s children
The story of our
will be written on the back
of bloodied balance sheets
until a new order prevails
in the cities of England, France,
the few rich
and the many poor.
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