One of my responses to recent events:
Stannous
That heart is not sturdy
It is mannose
on a hot plate, burning
with plain madness
That heart is made of tin
It is stannous
Thorns spew from that mouth
No more ballasts
That House falls apart now
No more palace
Lies upon lies prepare
a sick canvas
All the painted seas form
a thin channel
New brooms, more lies, or new
routes? New status?
The heart of Britain aches
It needs Gladness
Deep down, up above, there
is a campus
Its healing rescues now
Bye bye stannous
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Thanks, Stephen