Broken Britain (Remove filter)
Find an island teetered
On frightened migrants, barrels of oil,
And African diamonds.
Find a child swathed in red water,
defiled by the law of the man up top,
pockets heavy, conscience ready
to burn and claw at power
To grovel, devour
To fester in Westminster
the cries of innocents
talked around, spat on
With self-serving ambivalence
A game of bla...
Wednesday 11th January 2023 6:22 pm
“Got 10p for a cup of tea?”
“If you show us where you can get one for that price,
I'll give you a quid”
He never did...
Lonely and irksome.
The bitter glow of jaundice
tears at society's rustic chains,
one tragedy at a time.
“The Freemasons took my children,
they took my baby.”
Now she's hopping magic buses,...
Thursday 4th April 2013 9:41 pm