Game Chat !

   Voices shouting -Tempers fraying, 

Arguments with bile and venom; 

   Written words of hate and spite

    always ready for a fight!

  Hot headed individuals;

But never trust a foreigner?

  Perhaps it is just their way,

  we all need to have a say.

  Do not read between the lines,

Just call  a spade - a spade.

  Don't twist words inside out,

You're silver tongued. I have no doubt

that if  I ever met you in real life,

I would be wary of the knife

You hold behind your back.

 Speak up now, and please be kind;

Politeness doesn't cost a dime,

 Harsh words are written on the page

 confrontations filled with rage

Never mind, it does not matter

Its just a game called life!

Or is it life playing a game?

Either way its just the same

@Rosewing

King & Queens (An old aide memoir from my school-days finally put down on paper)

Willie, Willie, Henry John,
Stephen, Henry, Richard One
Henry, Edward One Two Three,
Richard the second & Henry One V
York and Lancaster go to war,
Henry deposed by Edward Four.
Edward Five was never crowned,
Richard the Third was murdered found.
Henry, Henry he put his wives to death,
Edward, Mary, Elizabeth,
James then Charles who lost his head,
(Olivier Cromwell ruled instead)
And when the civil War was through
Came Charles the second and JamieTwo.
William and Mary of the orange clan
Quickly followed by good Queen Anne.
Georges One Two Three and Four
William and Victorior
Edward, George and Edward Eight
Then George the Sixth ‘cos he abdicates.

©Rosewing

Protest!

To scared to live too broke to die

Ever wonder the reason why ?

We came to listen to what they said,

-A thousand bodies laying dead

Never question who they may be

We’re supposed to live in a democracy.

Politicians ask you for their vote

On poverty and homelessness they gloat

Seek some asylum ? …we’re already here

This is country so full of fear.

Wait the morning comes around

Quickly now, without a sound

To break the dawn of bright new world

Banners flying, peace unfurled

Crime is rampant, streets of hate

Only death can steal your fate

Never walk alone the streets of pain

Cash disappearing down the drain

Of the governments ever deepening well

Welcome; to the gates to hell

©Rosewing