Enemy

 

 

 

                        It’s hard and harsh,

And never yields,

     It never sways in the breeze

     Like trees in summertime,

               It blocks the view!

 

 

            It’s neither natural or

Aesthetic, never pleasing to

The eye,

            Nor is it metamorphic

Sedimentary or igneous, like

Natures moulded stone,

          It’s flat!

 

 

                        It hardens the eye –

The heart the soul and only one

Way to defeat it; through the power

Of force as gelignite explodes.

 

 

            We sleep unnaturally within,

And harden passion more!

 

 

     It is the birth of boys trained

To go to war, it is the death of vision

And start of television stare and dare

I say;

        It is concrete, not made for ‘us’ at all.

 

 

 

Michael J Waite 9^th June 2009.