Sunday, 25 October 2009

Bring Them Home !

Desperate hope; starvation near
Hearts and minds all filled with fear
Children edging nearer death,
Mothers sighing their last breath.
Sandstorms blinding frightened eyes,
Missiles deafening babies cries.
Onward ever into war,
Never ending - What's it for ?
Why are we here ?
Because they sent us!
O Jesus; - make it stop!

I don't want to be alone
Only the enemy to hear my groans
I would have liked to reach nineteen
And not looked out at such a scene:
Desert, rocks - abominations,
White flag waving for salvation.
Her young face so pure and innocent,
Her gun so vicious , bullets sent.
Why did so shoot ?
Because they sent her!
Sweet Jesus; - make it stop!

Pain so intense it hurts to cry,
Never even got to say goodbye.
Friends and family wait in sorrow,
TV news they watch in horror
An unknown corpse, that lies forlorn
Still waiting for the next new dawn.
Please god, hear my hollow screams,
The end of adolescent dreams
Why here? - Why now?
Because they sent us!
Please Jesus; - make it stop!


I Hate Cherries!?

If Life is just a bowl of cherries,
then why do keep getting all the stones ?
No tasty fruit,no smiles and laughter,
Just grumbles,grunts and groans.

At the bank or supermarket checkout
Always at the end of the queue
And why does the cashier close for lunch?
Just before she gets to you!

Traffics jams when you're already late,
Contra flows and miles of cones,
Red lights that conspire against me
Why do I always get the stones

Automatic switchboards talking back to me
Press "1" to hear my groans
Poor customer service and slow 'fast food'
Why do I always get the stones

Light bulbs that blow after only a day
Window shoppers that get in your way,
If something can wrong it always will
All part of lifes bitter sweet pill
If Life is really a bowl of cherries,
Can I have an apple please?

Thoughts of Big Brother

Tax the road the ride upon,
Tax the air you breathe;
Little black boxes in your cars,
I’ll know where you are before you do!
Id cards with Dna we’ve got your number son,
Its no good complaining you voted me back
Three terms!, it’s my page in history.
And now to leave my legacy
To prudent Gordon, my right hand
(He’s about a much use as that!)

Should I stay or should I go,
The people must really love me
Perhaps I could abolish parliament
And be President of my own republic
Perhaps privatise the monarchy: King Tony
And Queen Cherie
It has a nice ring don’t you think
Yes now, I hear the cheers
At least it would spare us from Big Ears
(To say nothing of the gorgeous Camilla)

Doublespeak and Gobbleygook
Brother Blair watches over you
Protects you with his ASBOs,
Electronic tags and community service
The sandal wearing yoghurt knitters
Cry wolf (though they cannot hunt them)
It’s not his fault he murdered those people
He can’t do what he is told
It’s a medical condition brought about
Because he never had an ice cream
When he was 2 years old

. ©Rosewing

Curying Favour

Major disaster,-‘Back to basics’
Do you like chips with your Curry?
Family values from good ‘honest John’
But now he’s really in the slurry.

A sad sorry tale of deceit and lies
(And the press is like dog with a bone)
She warned us all about the eggs
But forgot about her own.

Secret liaisons with a little grey man.
Clandestine meetings after dark.
‘The House is sitting late tonight’.
Just another chance remark?

Sack Mellors just for being Chelsea fan.
And performing far better than the team.
Let us all preserve the family image.
To keep hold of the conservative dream.

Chicken Curry or perhaps it should be beef
Was she the minister for Home ‘Affairs’?
It fills column inches and the tv news
But no-one really cares.

A whore sells her body for cash on the street
Not in Smiths or Waterstones
Please sell some books then go away
We’re sick of all your moans!