Poem -

True North...

True North...

White ghostly eyes show the shadow's of a working man,
Coal stained fingers holding the hands of children without a plan,
They couldn't live a life like that forever without dying,
The children took it from their hands and built a future of liars.

Did the future look like the pits?
It's a place extinct in the abyss,
True north,
True north,
True north always suffered from this.

On the banks of the shipyards lays a scar from beasts embarking, 
Alive but oil glistening, the river echoed stories of hope restarting,
At the end of another working day, walking to hear that squel of the kettle,
As loud as the squel, bellies rumbled, a kiss from your woman as soft as petals.

Tears Illuminated down their faces showing crying in the dark wasn't hidden,
Powerless against an army of suit and tie, industrialised cog machine sinners,
Controlled by the rest of the country like a chess pawn playing an horrendous game, 
The Imperial feel their cigars with conviction, sipping brandy and taking cocaine.
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Did the future look like the pits?
It's a place extinct in the abyss,
True north,
True north,
True north always suffered from this.

Through the working man mentality, 
To the get on with it facing reality, 
Is a northern soul a broken soul?
Has a northern soul always got a home?
To be me and be true north? 
Have that mentality etched in me,
Do I believe I'm true north? 
Have I sacrificed while sweat poured?
I'm not sure I am true north, 
I know I'm not my parents nor them to their parents,
But, I know we grow,
Surely we should be asking what was it all for,
Maybe we were just pawns of the true north...

Did the future look like the pits?
It's a place extinct in the abyss,
True north,
True north,
True north always suffered from this.

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GREG TUCKER THE...

Wayne you reached a darkness that dwells in humanity.  I love the images, the pain and the story.  Great write!
Greg

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Wayne Stubbs

Thank you, yeah I wanted to strip it back to the reality of it all, thank you ☮️💜

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GREG TUCKER THE...

Your Welcome!  If you like Beatles Stuff, look at my latest poem "Crawling through the Bathroom Window"  It is my own interpretation that I expanded into a deeper thought. 
Thanks
Greg

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Wayne Stubbs

Ooh I'll give it a look, I like weird and wonderful ☮️💜

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