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My Poor Ukraine
Nobody wanted to die,
Everyone wanted to fly,
To see each other and understand,
To live on our beautiful land.
But nobody hears the man.
Where is the one who can
Hear you and understand?
The one who would be fair
And always would take care.
I don’t divide men by the color,
But my patience became smaller.
Instead of the nightingale trills,
I have to take the pr...
Wednesday 21st November 2018 3:46 am
Windsor Street
Windsor Street
No bunting flutters in the breeze,
no boys and girls, dressed up so neat,
with not a scratch upon their knees.
There are no flags on Windsor Street.
There are no parties in the yard,
the sandwiches will hold no meat.
They will send no greetings card
‘from the residents of Windsor Street’.
There are no beds of scented flowers,
there are no...
Wednesday 16th May 2018 2:46 pm
My Lottery Win
I spotted a slip of paper
Blowing around the floor
Nobody else had noticed it
So I had to go and explore
I chased it around the pavement
Through the bus station door it blew
I managed to catch it and pick it up
It was last weekend's lottery ticket, who knew?
It was for the big, multi rollover
Thirty million they said
And they were still seeking the winner
All sorts were going thro...
Saturday 20th June 2015 1:11 pm
From Lexus To Flames
Helping other people can become infectious
so if your wealthy enough to drive a Lexus
consider the impact of gifts to a poor family
let those generous ideals bring hope willingly
to all that are struggling without fault of their own
for decent jobs are not there for all as is shown
by the queues at food banks and rooms to rent
as all the income they have is far too soon spent…
Wealth is ...
Monday 18th May 2015 7:41 pm
In Search Of Honest Politicians
Dream drunk, post punk,
who could see how far we'd sunk,
under the crazy bankers weight,
No politicians worthy of this state...
Once we had some national pride,
but under their greedy thumbs that died,
now we head for third world wages,
screwed by those on the city stages.
We really need to wake up soon,
before we enter perpetual gloom,
destined for slavery under filthy rich...
Sunday 2nd June 2013 6:44 pm
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