The bin collection
Due today
School children
Make their way
Past the flags
That move in wind
The sleeping patriots
Enthusiasm dimmed.
The riots teeth
Now in a jar
Smouldering cars
Glass everywhere
The local dealer
Counts his share
Of whipped up hatred
Quite bizzare.
The minority thugs
Sleep off the drink
Lager cans
Fill the street
The flags now bear
A badge of shame
This surely not
In our name.