I don’t know what to say
A voice that sounds so dull
I sound like a wet rag
I speak with one syll-a-ble
Dead mouth and dead brain
Down and out, glass not full
Old man, though still young
Speaks in mo-no-syll-a-ble
Month: August 2021
Rockets For Profits – 30th August 2021
Part of the war machine, a forever battle
Promises of hope diverts money into pockets
Death reigns down upon the brown man’s cattle
To whom was sold the rockets for big profits
A Thousand Sons – 29th August 2021
*A man’s accusing finger always finds a woman
They are the blamed and the blessed
There is no way to change this status
And no way to pass the test
A controlling power deep within the head
Passive, self-censored and abjugated
A thousand years of venoms spat
At the devils that man created
* From “A Thousand Splendid Suns” by Khaled Hosseini
The Fallen City – 27th August 2021
This forbidden love wasn’t designed to last
We both realise that now it’s gone
The savage betrayals a reflection
As the threads of hope all come undone
It’s a timeless story, always repeated
Because passions cannot be denied
Dreams of forever just fall apart
Ever quicker the more it’s tried
The victims suffer the recognition
As their cities of dreams are burned
Eyes open to once blinding mistakes
A war from which much was learned
Ants As One – 26th August 2021
“There’s food in the distance, sir”
“Send some troops surveying
Send up the pheromone signal
Our army is obeying”
Through hell and high water
The march has begun
Survival of the greatest
An army that acts as one
Carrying the corpses
Of competing insect species
Food for the family nest
Of cockroaches and leeches
“Let’s move the camp inside
The rain is about to come”
No problem for the army
Of ants that act as one
The human sprays noxious
Chemicals to kill our eggs
“Gather together everyone
And bite him on the legs
Together we can take him down
That nasty human scum
We just got to stick together
Our army of ants as one”
A Visit from an Immigration Officer – 25th August 2021
Tensions rose as the visitor appeared
The worst could happen as I had feared
Anxious times as decisions neared
Until finally the air had been cleared
The happy officer seemed satisfied
That on the forms I hadn’t lied
All true the information supplied
Hopefully my visa won’t be denied
Sad Butterfly – 24th August 2021
We are not so sentimental
– sort of desolate
Towards what we once had
It’s only people like us
– who are really happy
Who can enjoy being sad
Calling out to the pretty ones
– fluttering around us
Like butterflies of fad
No dignity in frivolity
– falling on the ice
Our balance so very bad
More Abe-inspired talk from Glenn Dakin.
Bad Neck – 23rd August 2021
Can’t turn my head unless I move my body
Years of abuse made the muscles shoddy
I need a year of massage, it’s so sore
I shouldn’t read books laying down anymore
Tried stretching, exercise, even alt-med
Nothing stops the pain when I get out of bed
More than a hundred doctors to whom I’ve spoken
Won’t tell me the truth, my neck is broken
Bad Moon – 22nd August 2021
Your shroud appears from cover rising
The promise of night so tantalising
In the grip of madness paralysed
Venus and Jupiter both recognised
Silver hole, a mirror reflecting
The gods of day on earth inspecting
The sins of man in darkened hours
Drew a panoply of meteor showers
Check and Balance – 21st August 2021
We found the gold, inspired by dreams
Furious labour generated the means
No stone unturned, nothing it seems
– Left resting on laurels waiting
On the other side of the rainbow where
Further riches found to those who dare
Turn off your taps from which to share
– Numbers ever bigger accumulating
Now standing alone on an empty shore
The sun is setting, there’s nothing more
Was it all worth the fighting for?
– To watch accounts ever-inflating
For all your atoms the gods reclaim
There’s no longer a use for your name
The prince and the pauper – all the same
– The imbalance of our own creating
Some inspiring lines from ‘Abe – Wrong for all the Right Reasons’ by Glenn Dakin
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