First Empty Sunday ,in year broken promises 2023.

Sun kissed us all thisday

Time away reflecting.

Preparation,thinking, 

of course bit of cafe sitting.

Rebel flags still flying, on distant Pirate ship.

But, too chilly for sailings.

No WOKE Warriors walking or talking.

We feel at PEACE, Indeed feels Peaceful.

Empty shops,Empty promenades, sing of 

empty promises, to formed shallow pockets.

We are living in silent period, but spirits of poor not broken. We seek something.

But many not signposted. The Empty feeling is God shaped.

No political vacuum, no Economic value, can fill this void.