It was a land of plenty that was suggested

Not a country recovering from a terrible war

Everything was soft and quite quite English

Each day was a summers day with the fields green and full

Women wore colourful cotton dresses with no thoughts of rebellion

The simple were hidden as perfection was chased and often found

There were no blacks in those days just different shades of white

Children could roam from dawn to dusk without fear

As the perverts and sodomites had been caught and caged

We all kept to the rules of the Good Book with little dispute

High Church or Low Church it was all the same

Leave the questions to the artists the writers and the visionary poets

That was as far as my dream progressed as I was awoken by a jolt

There were waves splashing against the carriage of the city train

My wife was sitting with our only child blissfully unaware of the storm

There were a number of trains travelling in various directions

It was busy but ordered and everything was functioning as it should

We passed the yards of execution where the traitors were being hung

This brought me a sense of peace as they should have never been born

I could see the glow of God’s face as the world was being cleansed

It would soon be fit again for real people without toxic interruption

There were no hills of any colour they had never existed

I was told this by son as he handed me a bottle of pop

And enjoyed the lives of his toy buses on the blue moquette seats