From far away they come
hard men all,
mercenaries under a foreign sun
oblivious to its rays they
bare all, turning puce red
or peel, under hard hats,
cut down jeans, working boots,
tool belts, like desert rats
fighting for a new horizon
Scouse, Manc, Paddy
nicknamed and framed
by the mockery of their peers
shouting language across green lawns
not yet laid, that most definitely
won’t be heard in the select circles
that will inhabit these modern homes
castles one and all, individually the same
oh no, they won’t be welcome
lowering the neighbourhood tone,
four wheel drive and pick-up
replaced by Mercedes and BMW
Nature settles in again, to frame
like the scar around a wound
healed but never quite the same
So they move on, soldiers of fortune,
mercenaries under a foreign sun
building new structures to change our futures.
Jul 9, 2019
Jul 9, 2019 at 3:52 PM UTC
From far away they come
hard men all,
mercenaries under a foreign sun
oblivious to its rays they
bare all, turning puce red
or peel, under hard hats,
cut down jeans, working boots,
tool belts, like desert rats
fighting for a new horizon
Scouse, Manc, Paddy
nicknamed and framed
by the mockery of their peers
shouting language across green lawns
not yet laid, that most definitely
won’t be heard in the select circles
that will inhabit these modern homes
castles one and all, individually the same
oh no, they won’t be welcome
lowering the neighbourhood tone,
four wheel drive and pick-up
replaced by Mercedes and BMW
Nature settles in again, to frame
like the scar around a wound
healed but never quite the same
So they move on, soldiers of fortune,
mercenaries under a foreign sun
building new structures to change our futures.
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