It never rains in…

They’re no longer singing

Albert Hammond’s lament

The dream is dead

sealed in cement

It seldom rains there

this is still true

The wildfires creating

such wondrous sunset hue

Your valleys gone

from grapes to gigs

and all your promise

gone the way of the Whigs

Those shores of hope once

beckoned across the land

to wide eyed legions seduced

to her golden strand

They’re leaving now

their dreams betrayed

And what prayer is there

for those who have stayed

Where you’re no citizen

only a client

And they’ll bash your heads in

if you’re not compliant

Ruled by the bought

with laws they don’t even follow

They’ll keep feeding you shit

for as long as you’ll swallow

If it’s all over

and there are none left to fight

Would the last ones to leave

kindly turn out the light