It was a land of plenty that was suggested <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not a country recovering from a terrible war <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Everything was soft and quite quite English <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Each day was a summers day with the fields green and full <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Women wore colourful cotton dresses with no thoughts of rebellion <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The simple were hidden as perfection was chased and often found <\/p>\n\n\n\n
There were no blacks in those days just different shades of white <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Children could roam from dawn to dusk without fear <\/p>\n\n\n\n
As the perverts and sodomites had been caught and caged <\/p>\n\n\n\n
We all kept to the rules of the Good Book with little dispute <\/p>\n\n\n\n
High Church or Low Church it was all the same<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Leave the questions to the artists the writers and the visionary poets<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That was as far as my dream progressed as I was awoken by a jolt <\/p>\n\n\n\n
There were waves splashing against the carriage of the city train <\/p>\n\n\n\n
My wife was sitting with our only child blissfully unaware of the storm <\/p>\n\n\n\n
There were a number of trains travelling in various directions <\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was busy but ordered and everything was functioning as it should<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We passed the yards of execution where the traitors were being hung <\/p>\n\n\n\n
This brought me a sense of peace as they should have never been born <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I could see the glow of God’s face as the world was being cleansed <\/p>\n\n\n\n
It would soon be fit again for real people without toxic interruption <\/p>\n\n\n\n
There were no hills of any colour they had never existed<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was told this by son as he handed me a bottle of pop <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And enjoyed the lives of his toy buses on the blue moquette seats <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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