Bonfire Night

Perhaps it’s simply my imagination
Guy Fawkes seems less important to our nation
In years gone by Bonfire Night was eagerly anticipated
But recently that enthusiasm seems somewhat dissipated

Perhaps modern politicians have rendered so much change
There’s nothing else they need to re-arrange
No vast explosions primed to us disturb
Or revolutions our calm minds perturb

But nonetheless it would be quite a shame
If no passions could yet set our hearts aflame
So let’s hope the fifth night of November
Will yet prove a party to remember

Ken Fisher