I am sorry.
I am sorry.
Sincerely, I am sorry.
I am sorry 901 bumrushed
children of the windrushed
were forced from these shores.
I am sorry.
I am sorry.
It was on my watch.
The one that ticks on,
eternally, eternally, eternally,
tickety tockety, tickety tockety.
I am sorry.
I am sorry, she said,
and as she turned to go,
she sang from the book of Enoch.
Nothing has changed.
Nothing has changed.
Tickety tockety, tickety tock.
