Put on your best clothes, the news is on today,
a billion smiles on TV, another fleeting moment to pass away.
Roll out red, white and crisp new blue bunting, your best Union Jack,
have a street party, this wonderful day was made specially for you.
Relax in a big armchair after you consumed a few celebration beers,
a cup of tea and a new commemorative mug to cherish for a few years.
Forget the children with limbs torn from bodies in strange oil rich lands,
our children with no schools past 16, no jobs, no hope, no way to demand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reality may freeze our mind for a while, then we move on as if nothing has ever happened. Nice..