In piss stained gutters
anger and regret has flowed across ages.
Supped away by the lured and the lied to.
“There's many a slip 'twixt cup and lip”
as there’s many a lie
seen good men die.
So tonight when men bereft of pride
puke and fight in England’s streets,
they do as if to cower and hide
from futures lost to great deceit.
Dedicated to the abandoned warrior (one of many) Michael Robinson