A Legacy So Dear
Oh what have we done to our legacy, so precious and dear
Now with leaderless tribes and damaged moral compass I fear
Once so strong, proud, united and standing tall
With a free way of life envied by all
A nation built on faith, vision, blood, sweat and tears
Now slowly sliding into a mire of apathy in recent years
Where Jesus has been blindfolded and stood against the wall
Our history mocked and smothering PC revision is compulsory for all
So many miles of our journey since convict chains, pick and spade
Once a fair go, open doors and meals where conversation was made
Today, shut and lock crowded streets, pollution and blinking lights
Sedated two legged sheep grazing on electronic text day and night
From prosperity to an empty treasury and not one brass razoo left
Family castles in cold darkness thanks to national energy plans bereft
Gone is our beloved soap box in the park to express a point of view
Now replaced by PC with many rules of what you can and can’t do
Where is the sense purpose and vision we so desperately need?
Why kill Unity by constantly sowing “Them and us” as toxic seed?
What of dams to taste sweet water and no bitterness of drought?
How can we sleep safely when night is owned by thieves and louts?
Are we robots mid crumbled concrete and windows of opaque glass?
How can we be so blind to tomorrow and shun lessons of the past?
Can’t we see the angry dark storm clouds looming so very near?
Oh, what have we done to our legacy, so precious and dear?
George Mansford © September 2017
PC—#***#% Political Correctness
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