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Brownland
There's a sickly sense of unease
Background anxiety in the air
Something wrong with the planet
Like a hole getting ready to tear
Science is tomorrow's igorance
We grew too big for our boots
We've dug a hole in the future, its
Too late to go back to our roots
Greenland's ice seemed a fixture
Taken for granted, always there
Now its melting, dying, dwindling
...Saturday 22nd August 2020 11:09 am
A Cold Filthy Metropolis
From Plush Green Fields and abundant forests
To sleepy hamlets and hazy meadows
Sprouted monsters in the sky to smoke and choke
Factories of the Industrial age to dictate and invoke
Soon villages became towns, and towns became cities
Communities swallowed up, the ruling classes showing no pity
Slumlords charged extortionate rent
Working class relied on charity ...
Tuesday 24th September 2013 7:35 am
Infirm Affectations
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violent welts form on raising skin
crackled blisters spew invectives
brown curled grass pretend affection
warning label on confection
shut the door on maddening din
fettered brow pegged down with whispers
burnished brass collect intrusion
warranty voided by contusion
flush out and swab, dress and bandage
splint and cast - immobilise, recuperate
the shuffli...
Sunday 17th April 2011 9:45 am
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