Swan wings draw rainbows in the lake
We choose a colour and paint our faces
Battle lines drawn in public parks
In the wide open and council tax places.
Squirrels collect all the empty shells
Then ants march off to fill with munitions
Pigeons swoop like Spitfires ready to bomb
We’re the target for the doves of Dresden.
We take cover in the smoking bandstand
They won’t share their fags, and call us losers
The weather vein’s arrow swings and points at me
It says W-E, but I don’t feel included.
We have swords of twigs on the pirate ship
Until a protest of ducks calls us to Pan
And outside that palace of palms and glass
We surrendered arms to the Valentine ghost and ran.
Then the stars looked dim, like energy saving bulbs
As we lay milk bottle daisies on statue steps
We’ll live to fight another day I guess
If mum will let us out to play tomorrow.