We knew the pre-war world:
Lyrical, slightly decadent,
Subtle, though ironic,
A fabled land of make-believe.
We made allowances
And rubbed along, up to a point.
But post-war times are harsh:
Clean-shaven, dead legs, watch your back,
No loose talk, stay in line,
Rationing of love, smile control,
The ever-present threat of truth.
For some, the place where we now live
Is close to pure hell.
How long will it last? Who can tell?