There’s a growing darkness about the place.
We’ve been here before.
A sense of doom brought only by war.
Every morning when the sun rises,
It brings with it a murmur.
A constant trickle of whispers
That have bled through
Hundreds of years of stone cold humanity.
We’ve been here before.
Lest we forget.
Filter it through the privileged
That ran from their past
And hid
Their wealth
Behind pages of The Daily Mail.
The privileged that tell you
That your neighbours are your enemies.
“Britain for the British.”
The king will declare civil war
Before he’ll ever tell you to look up.
We have been
Here
Before.
A warning that falls on
Brutish ears.
They can’t hear
From The Sun in their ear.
They can’t see
From the flag
That’s being dangled before them,
Hung at half mast
From every lamp post.
We.
Have been.
Here.
Before.
This country will crumble if left to
The right people.
We have been here before.
– Essie Parker Walsh
Essie P.W 