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Monday, 3 September 2018

The Ship of Fools

The Ship of fools
Flows with the tide
Those on the shore
Asked far and wide
Who set her loose,
Who was it that lied?

It was the Men on the Make
The bringers of light
Answered a chorus
With all of their might.
The Mud it is good
Retorted our chiefs.
We believe what we're told
We are strong in our beliefs.

The cargo we want
Cry the fools at the feast
We have danced
We have sang
And now we shall eat.
For the fruits of the Red world
Are both bitter and sweet.

So the song and the singer
Became one and the same
And the Sun burned in crimson
When we played the Uranium game.

© Phil Knight

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Phil Knight is poet from Neath in South Wales. His poetry collection 'You Are Welcome To Wales' was published in 2015 by The Red Poets.

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