(Dedicated to Matt Hancock)
Life is a constant battle, in the evening it's always dark
Old friends and lovers, gone forever, now just a spark,
On worlds stage, games play on, degrees of separation
In times of sorrow some planting seeds of division,
Leaving afternoons of waiting, searching for meaning
To sustain and nurture, overtake certain kinds of feeling,
While many in amazement gaze as truth lays bare
Tory Politicians mangling without a fucking care,
Liars and thieves in control that keep on deceiving
The darkness takes hold, after voices distorting,
We must remember to find strength, never stop fighting
As springs flowers and releases beautiful offering,
Best keep hanging around and know where to cast the blame
Beyond their deceit, we have no need to hang heads in shame,
Full of hearts of anger, running empty on fuel
The flicker of hope, keeps delivering beyond the gruel,
We cant afford to let go, until the shit finally ends
Cling on to the power of veracity that always extends.
