Rotten At The Heart Of England Poem by Adrian Wait

Rotten At The Heart Of England



Shadows deepen as truth slowly dies
As indifference claims the throne
Lost in isolation, someone broken, cries
Feigned interest revealed hearts of stone
Sneering politician’s poor in all but lies
Media silent, peddles libel, conscience flown
Conformed, corrupted rotten to its soulless eyes
Circus of distraction is the seed that’s sown
Shadows misery deepens blackening the skies
Who would have thought, who could have known?
Diseased corruption riddled and maggots turn to flies
Something rotten at the heart of England, always shown
When silence stood and watched as truth so slowly dies.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jazib Kamalvi 10 January 2019

Very impressive write, Adrian. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.

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