Winds of Change

Cos I haven't blogged lately, and in case there is someone out there hanging on my every published word, I give you the following:

Someday all flags will shred, blowing in the winds of change

All flags but the banner of love, blowing in the winds of change.

All this dirt and all this dross, all this straw will all be lost

and all the shame of all it cost, blowing in the winds of change



And we missed what we missed ’cause our hearts were too hard

In Babylon town where the lights are too bright.

Our harps wouldn’t play so we threw them aside

And perpetual day became perpetual night.



Rampant lions now all lie down - lambs will rise to take their crowns.

Castles crumble, cities drown in the rain on the winds of change

The dispossessed, the un-caressed, unloved, unlovely and the under-blessed

their day is dawning in the west, coming on the winds of change.

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Our song wouldn’t sing - we had nothing to say,

Our lives were too long, our deaths were too strange

We were too far from home, we were too hard to cry

Too broken for hope, hope on the winds of change.



The ground has lain barren for far long enough,

while harvest upon harvest brought nothing but chaff,

But a rose soon will spring from the shepherd’s staff

to call down the winds of change.

Brightest red rose on a banner of blue,

all banners, broken, will bow down to you

The cloth of the sky’s dipped in dawn’s crimson hue

and singing with the winds of change.

So how's your flag looking - do you love it or does it bring you shame. Nationalism is not so P.C. now, is it. I love the kingdom I'm in cos I love the King. A true 7 colour rainbow nation.

the under secretary to the Under-Secretary's under secretary, 11 times removed, otherwise know as...

Richard