Kataphusin lay awake contemplating the coalition, seeing political pygmies tactically tinkering with the reality of ruin; in deliberate denial of a broken, bursting, bankrupt, balkanized Britain; industrially devastated, commercially conquered, socially shattered, economically exhausted; colonised by its colonials; in disrepute after stupid wars.
Kataphusin concludes the threat to the future of Britain may be different in 2010 to the threat in 1940, but is of comparable magnitude.
'Cometh the hour, cometh the man' - but where is a Churchill, waiting for the call?
The prognosis is bad.
1 comment:
Love the alliteration in this post. (I am very much interested in poetry and occasionally write it myself.)
Καταφυσιν, though, I have trouble with understanding why you have chosen this name.
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