by Nick Gisburne
We all remember how it went before,
When malice left the room, a liar’s kiss.
We felt it coming, knew they needed more.
It never seemed so final, not like this.
We finished it, together. Who knows how?
Perhaps we just had nothing left to lose.
With fear they forced us all to kneel or bow,
But not to love the colour of their shoes.
Alone, without the terror of a fist,
We mourn, but not for something that we lost.
We’re peering at a sunrise, through the mist,
Uncertain who we are, what life will cost.
Tomorrow is a hole we have to fill.
We cannot see the future, but we will.
