stormclouds over the mother of parliaments

polemic

how do you know said martin
i sat nervous ill at ease
his arguing had brought my faith to its knees
this day when rain had fallen
now fell the mightiest citadel of them all

a ray of light came straying through
to play upon my troubled face
and i beheld the splendour in the grass
a hundred sceptred miracles in glass
how do you know said martin
and i laughed