The rising of the north
dark and true and tender is the North
The rising of the north
dark and true and tender is the North
Photo by Luke Ellis-Craven on Unsplash
Do you really want to sit there on the 21st floor mixing matches, making matchstick men to bore your friends witless as you, once again, tell the tale of when you once went north, further than Watford gap I know you never doubt yourself, my rhyming cavalier, but a little word of warning in your shell-like ear: while you await promotion to SW3,
Waiting for the loss-adjustors, to squirrel away fortunes you media-bore-globalists reallycouldn’t give a toss as you scuttle back down to London at a complete loss? Your plea is only heard in the rich neighbourhoods for sure, the north’s another country, and it floods,
This post-industrial landscape’s deep within my blood. metropolitan man and woman treat us with derision. their politicians are all liars, deceivers, cheats you can trap them by exposing their conceits.
To tell the truth completely, to own up to it all, to be the less-deceived, then the north stands tall.
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