Are there any other truths

Are there any other truths

Withheld

It is no comfort to believe

Sophistication is enough

To manipulate an image

When broken boats sink

They take truths with them

But leave behind so many stories,

Too painful to behold

Though they may be

I believe your equivotion

Is a lack of imagination

Sitting on a black book

Marking out the dates

Counting out the minutes

You have left waiting

To be revealed

As the common tongues wag

They wag for you

Dogs of war are nothing more

Than Scottish terriers

Welsh Corgis are rare

British Bulldogs are poor swimmers

Every time the tide goes out

It will return

Dragging with it the sorry

Mess poor diplomacy

Has promoted

How many times will the good folk

Give you leave

To mend your ways

As the loose page has lost

Its way

Traumatising Peppa Pig

With tales of brave capitalism

Floundering in the shallows

Along with the survivors

Of another

Shameful Exodus

Wishing for a miracle