Brief Poem 08/08/11
what seems wrong about
this is all the reasoning.
sitting all day drinking coffee
watching replays of rioters
scattering like fire ants
while the news and voices
gasp for reason.
i sit at my desk
watching, wondering
what keeps them sane
the rest of the time?
there is little in life but luck
the cities cage people
and strip them of their sense
till nerves are bared
like live wires
& chaos arrives from silence.
fires appear
like signs of sin committed
and all over the city
the culprits build houses of
repentance.
John Coopey
Wed 10th Aug 2011 09:22
People seem frightened to call a spade a shovel.
They do it cos it's fun and cos no-one stops them.