Union Lack

Union lack… 

Put up a flag, desperate to fit…
Flags that were used on hideous ships…

Where are you Jack?
Who is it this time?

Can’t help think of the kids that have to fight to survive…
Whilst yours flit between different lives, crying inside…

Sing them a brutish lullaby, 
About a world that never lived…
The same lullaby that reverberates through the opera boxes of this creaking pit… 

It’s only purpose to keep you as the sick, 
The sick who were shown to grin and take it, teeth full of grit; the real victims, now - burn what’s left of their original pith, never questioning the poker of the shadow bearer’s writ…

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