if God was an Englishman | poetry series (7)

You’d let the lightening touch you if you thought it was God


Even if it burned your skin and made you hollow


Black bushes steaming, all on fire, all they ever wanted to do was take the land, engulfing everything evil


And when you and I are ashes I’m sure we’ll remember this


The moment it struck us, turning everything silver and gold, glowing

if God was an Englishman | poetry series (8)

The Welfare State is My Best Friend and My Worst Enemy