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