1.
we met in the shade of that bright summer
innocent of the strength of hate
our country faced
you saw first
you touched my wrist
as knowledge dawned
I left my life
to join you in the struggle
you thought we all could win
even then none could anticipate
what horror
the rolled-out months would bring
poisonous lies death hidden in mad clowns’ mouths
buried under blond coifs
too late our people witnessed
tsunamis of destruction hate crime broken Britain
cowered trampled under fascist privilege
2.
we parted in shadows of dark winter months
near-defeated by all that came to pass
you touched my wrist
said goodbye and left to give your life
for our last-ditch struggle to survive
you and your kin redeemed lost hope
defeated damned despair
your sacrifice stirred apathy to action
late in the day truth dawned
we are many they are few
our victory…
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