Disillusionment Poem by Mark Heathcote

You can paint the skies and make a rainbow
But you cannot quieten a dark rainstorm
Not when it's political when it's the norm,
Those people will-rise-up - they'll refuse to bow.

As long as we are speaking; we are friends
Love is a fellowship at times ours is-
A sinking ship with bilge water to pump-out
But like matchwood, we always seem to float.

But if they sink my small boat or your boat
There'll be no brotherhood no love of man
Yes, they can paint the skies, ask us to vote
But when it's over this s*** will hit the fan.