Sun on the Parliament

The sun on the parliament

The shining white government

Cleaner than clean, holier than thou

Looking backwards or looking forwards

Holding on to something I can’t see anyhow

Where are the dreams that I once mastered

Where is my shipmate to stand in her bow?

It came like a triffid out of the blue

It shot like an arrow or a bullet that flew

And there was no stopping the love in the morning

There was no cropping the growth that was new

For we all fall down, when we sneeze

We all come down with that flu

Love is as catching as a fire in thatching

And its impossible to put out what has grew

Finally, there came a question

It was asked of our lives if true

Or if false it meant we must return to our boarding

on the chicken wire fence where we crew