Lockdown Armageddon *
And do those feet in present times
Walk upon Wales’s mountains green,
And does our holy man of God
Appear on Wales’s daily TV screen.
It is a vision so divine
That shines upon our clouded hills,
As Armageddon brings decline
With no more money to pay our bills.
Bring me my pen of burning gold,
Bring me a heart that’s still on fire:
I have no fear, won’t be controlled,
Here in my Chariot of Desire …
I will not cease from mental fight,
I’ll keep on writing day and night,
Till I have freed our Principality
From FM’s Lockdown Mentality!
* with apologies to the incomparable William Blake –
I think he would approve today.