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Rotten at the heart of England
Shadows deepen as truth slowly dies
As indifference claims the throne
Lost in isolation, someone broken, cries
Feigned interest revealed hearts of stone
Sneering politician’s poor in all but lies
Media silent, peddles libel, conscience flown
Conformed, corrupted rotten to its soulless eyes
Circus of distraction is the seed that’s sown
Shadows misery deepens blackening the skies
Who would have thought, who could have known?
Diseased corruption riddled and maggots turn to flies
Something rotten at the heart of England, always shown
When silence stood and watched as truth so slowly dies.
poem
by
Adrian Wait
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