February Song (after Auden)

Now the bombs are falling fast,

Throw your dice and war is cast;

MPs re-arrange their tune

Silent prayers to slake the moon.

Who will stand and mark this night ?

Who will take up arms and fight ?

Photo ops from years gone by

(The mega-yachts falsified.)

England snoozes on its back

A nightingale warns of attack!

Not from folk on blow-up boats

But oligarchs with rouble notes.

On the outskirts of the throng

Antique war horns sounding long;

Wind and rain lash silver stream

Evil prospers in a dream.

I saw a lark flying high,

Dance beneath a clear blue sky;

Peace will come but until then

Fight and build Jerusalem.