I feel I have to say that, if you fail
To see the light and thus your knighthood use
As a poetic license to prevail
Against reform, you will us Brits abuse –
Unless, of course, we’re too far gone and like
Dark knights (which tells we’re by our shade possessed
And Satan’s waiting patiently to strike,
While the god we made fills up his treasure chest).
If so, more cause to break the spell and prove
You’re neither lord nor slave of the collective,
But a free spirit, with the power to move
The Devil with benevolent invective.
I’m pleased to greet you; hope to God I’m right
You want no more to harbour our black light.
Sympathy for Sir MicK
by Michael Peach




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