Saxon Fire

Does your heart bleed blue

As the shire burns?

Saxon learns to hate

As the unrest churns.

The enemy within cries

“Your cheek must turn!”

Again and again

It’s never enough

Their leaders lack anger

Till the Saxon looks tough

Flexing and shouting

These lads can be rough

They fear not the dogs

Nor the Bobby’s cuff

No more tremble in the lip

And sparking a fire

Hoping to avoid

Foretold funeral pyre

Shutting the mouths

Of false friends and liars

You may shiver or gasp

But look not away

As the Saxons rise up

And into the fray

The future is dark

But not this day