They blaze in Novembers shinning
with their fizz, crackle and pops
they jump with joyous rapture
all over this misty smoke filled land

It starts with bonfires lite
children huddle around it
with mother and father figures
and sparklers to guide them

Then pretty lights in the sky
the busting of colours
the wondrous display
on this Novembers day

This is a day of celebration
but what celebration is this
the death of a catholic
that wanted to blow up
blow up
the houses of parliament


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris