The sun never sets on seagulls' wings

The Glory of the Past?

Was it all so great

When all is said and done

We won a few wars

Had a lot of fun

But what of the braves

Who answered the call to arms

Consigned to a history

That no one understands

Where are they now?

Looking at the world

With my looking back pride

As I see a time

With machines 

To connect the dots

Yet life outside

Is a mystery that stretches

Beyond my tableau of truth

So, raise a glass

To all you have

It's not enough

But it's all you'll ever need

So raise a glass and celebrate

The days left behind 

And memories

That help to build 

Your walls of denial

To the time

Where the wind and wine

Was all it took

To forget the fools and their toys

Sweeping across oceans

From the cradle to the grave

The sun will never set

Was a song too late

For most

Wasn't it better

When foreigners sat on the throne?

And what of the fight

For the middle ground

Life and Liberty

And the green grass of home

What of all those 

Callous Hands

Sacrificing their nothingness

For the glory of the masters

Where are they now?

So, raise a glass

To all you have

It's not enough

But it's all you'll ever need

So raise a glass and celebrate

The days left behind 

And memories

That help to build 

Your walls of denial

To the time

Where the wind and wine

Was all it took

To forget the fools and their toys

When you wake up

What do you see?

The world around you

Or luminous pixels?

The witch is dead

Who was she again?

Long live the blue bird

Do you learn?

Of the world around you

Sculptured by the callous hands

Of this warrior land

And what of the left and the right

Do they still have anything to say?

What of the sons and daughters

Who laid waste to the slums

With dreams of utopia

And results of blurred lines

Where are they now?

So, raise a glass

To all you have

It's not enough

But it's all you'll ever need

So raise a glass and celebrate

The days left behind 

And memories

That help to build 

Your walls of denial

To the time

Where the wind and wine

Was all it took

To forget the fools and their toys

Soon the old lines

Will be drawn

The sun will finally set

The lofty ambitions

Of the few

Consigned to the yellowed pages

That will never be read

Who are we now?

Are we united in colours and songs?

Or are we to be discarded 

To the pages and the waves

The sun never sets on seagulls wings

What will be....?

Reviews

[Tan-90]

A wake up call for all of us who have been blinded by the glamorousness of our superficial world, whose existence is only thanks to the sacrifices of the unsung heroes.

So well written and clever use of symbolism. Well done!

[Ashley Griffiths]

Many thanks!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

The common man needs to stop looking up to those with power and money like politicians and tycoons, and instead realize the backbone of our country is the hard working man like farmers and custodians… and stop praising celebrities and focus it towards the hero like soldier and policeman who put their lives on the line to protect us and our freedoms.

[Ashley Griffiths]

Absolutely!