“There’ll be blue birds over
the white cliffs of Dover”,
red with the sinking sun.
The native hue
of red, white and blue
means home from the war that’s won
but the crimson sun
when the day is done
takes leave of the crimson earth
and the colours are gone
only pride stays on
with the sickening black of mirth.
Colours (above) doesn't appear in my book, but please do click on the heart, then buy my book, read it, spill coffee on it and tell me you love it so much you need to buy another one. :0)