Saturday, September 25, 2004

On the Lunar Eclipse

London is blood red
behind the clouds
The silent streets
echo loud
My hands clean
My vote Green

The Thames flows
regenerated
our ways and means
exonerated
We march, don't we ?
We'll win, won't we ?

Bought cheap
The price of peace
One million hearts
Two million feet
Back to our old lives
Scanning the night skies

DFRW 4th May 2004

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