The Sun doth Shine

You see the worst in humanity when the sun doth shine.
Bare chested behemoths throw their weight through the streets,
spilling beer as they go.
With tattoos only matched in hideousness by the spoilt flesh
of young women revealing too much.
And the tempers rise as the temperature follows suits
onto the trains and roads, boiling over in angry exchanges
with sweaty furrowed brows.
The streets are left paved with the discarded debris of summer fun,
left behind for unseen forces to clear.
So burn Britons burn, in a scorched summer of my discontent.

You see the best of humanity when the sun doth shine.
Breaking the shackles of darkened rooms and silicone screens
they make for the great outdoors.
Smiles on the streets as pressures of conformity are forgotten,
left in the wake of a suddenly carefree society.
Joined in a collective conscience together we shine brighter
than the sun on our backs.
And we can use these moments to show the world how it is done,
evolution in action, striding toward victory.
This could be the greatness - that was once spoken of.
So burn Britons burn, with desire for the summers of your childhood.