Win

 

England isn’t

As England was

She said matter-of-factly,

The brief silence that followed

Screamed sadness, love, anger,

London isn’t

As London was

She added as she led me past

The small shops that once were
Owned by those she knew

Not long ago,

The pity of the moment

Was that neither of us wished

To appear politically incorrect,

Scared to call a spade a spade,

A heart a heart,

Caught in the historical shift

Of populations and cultures

Not unlike the blanket slowly

Drawn up towards the chin,

It covers cities and countries

Where the majority becomes

The minority afraid to speak

Because of the laws they once

Enacted to protect the minority

That is becoming the new majority.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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