Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
Come with me, you’re one of us! You’ll be all right…
We used to run the country in one another’s interests
but now we’ll help them manage: by privilege, and bluff,
and an educated way of pretending things are fine…
Hold on to that – haha-haha, hahahaha!
Except we’ve carved an arc out of their sky
and cut their children’s futures to serve our unity,
which leaves them in a sticky spot (someone’s made a pig of it) –
But, we are the elite, we know, we cannot fail…
As lucky Dave said ~ sotto voce ~ ‘tum-te-tum’…
when he strolled away
Who knows what’s next? Who cares!
The vicar’s awkward daughter will finish off the dregs,
being stubborn unto death, suborning what she stood for
on her remorseless journey in every wrong direction.
Never mind now! Our life goes on – and after port
we can pretend, the country’s got its empire back!
~ While lucky Dave said, later on, ‘Je ne regrette rien’
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
