TheParagon

He came not crowned,
But cloaked in promise...
A vow of repair,
A whisper of justice
In the ruins of trust.

We opened the gates.
We laid down our wounds.
We named him a Prime Minister,
Not king.

But Keir Starmer turned.
Not toward the commons,
But toward the E.U. and Davos
Not toward memory,
But toward mirrors.
Not toward the wound,
But toward the ledger.

The church of England weeps in Whitehall.
The knight does not return.
The hollow is sold.
The chapel is rebranded.

And England?
She is not broken.
She is betrayed.
She is the land
That remembers
What he forgot.

Keir Starmer,
You were given the oath.
You were given the soil.
You were given the silence
That kneels.

You returned
With policy.
With performance.
With forgetting.
And the land
Will not forgive
Or the people…