Sunday, 3 January 2016


We make electric glitter

To pierce through the dark.

Lights cling to buildings and trees

And the New Year violently comes.


Crashing after midnight

With rain from vengeful gods

Attacking our lights

Our homes

And way of life.



Last year we didn’t get diamonds

Or what our effort deserved

Our dreams turned to dust

Now England drowns

And shows us every shade of black.


Let’s make our own diamonds,

Make glitter from nothing

Have or souls pierce through the dark days

And rise above our crimes

And find new ways.


The diamonds will never come back to our bones

Unless we will them there

And look for the light in the storms.


1 comment:

  1. This is a beautiful poem. Did you study poetry or is it natural talent, perhaps both?