Monday, 30 November 2009

The Ballad Of A Guilty Conscience?

I just gave the orders,
Not caring how or why;
After all, it wasn’t me who going to die.
I just watched from faraway
Whilst the blood was spilled,
It didn’t bother me
how many would be killed.
I saw television pictures of the child without a home
Her mother lying in the road,
And yet, I said to kill as many as they could.
The bayonet lunged forward
Its victim falls to ground;
But I the politician am nowhere to be found.
In my little office
Safe and sound I sit,
A trifle worried, but it’s too late now; once the fuse is lit!
And all that young blood
Flowing in the gutter,
Many angry men, but I hear no words they utter.
I just gave the orders,
Not caring how or why;
After all, it wasn’t me who going to die.

Sunday, 29 November 2009


i can make you smile
he said to the sun
and the sun slunk away.

i can make you frown
he said to the sky
but the sky didn't answer.

i can make you blow
he said to the wind,
but the wind was asleep.

i can make you rain
he said to the cloud
and it rained..............
i can see the raindrops
blowing in the breeze

i can see the rainclouds patterned in the sky
i can feel the rainfall drizzling to the ground
i can hear the storm rage and i can hear the sound
of rain
beating on my window pane soaking lawns of velvet grass
eating at our willow frame stroking dawns of silver glass
i can make you smile
he said to the sun
and the sun slunk away
i can make you frown
he said to the sky
but the sky didn't answer.
i can make you blow
he said to the wind,
but the wind was asleep.

i can make you rain
he said to the cloud
and it rained.


Saturday, 28 November 2009


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 asylum ? …we’re already here
This is Britain 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


Thursday, 26 November 2009

The News (with apologies to George Orwell)

The little clouds stared from the blanket of sky
then broke down and wept at the news
The sun turned its back on that side of the world
just to show where its sentiments lay.
The moon frowned from its night crested ceiling
on the river of invading battalions
And 'Big Brother ‘is watching too!

The tanks rolled through the subservient streets,
then lined up for show in the square
The world listened with both hands tied
as Hiroshima hung over her head.
CCTV records what it wants to see
whilst Microsoft enhances the image
And 'Big Brother' is watching too!

The poster hangs on the walls of a city
in the novelists’ fictitious world.
The meaning is hidden, but all the more true
in the headline we heard on the news:
The big corporations that bend like the wind,
to the man with the world in his hands
Bill Gates is watching YOU!


Wednesday, 25 November 2009

Gordon Brown

Gordon Brown won't let you down,
Shrewd fiscal brain,financial drain;
Big Bank Bail-out'
Euro Cop-out
Services cut,hospitals shut.
"We'll half the deficit" he said,
(However says that satire's dead)

Gordon Brown won't let you drown
In fiscal stew-not me and you!
Politically astute, financially cute:
Markets crashed, shares slashed
World recession, Uk depression.
"It's not our fault,it's a world wide thing"
(Same old record with a familiar ring)

Gordon Brown won't let you down,
Taxes high, pensioners die,
Troops with no tools,
Parliament of fools.
Expenses row, I don't know how
He ever won an election
(Oh yes-of course, he didn't!)


Forty Five Minutes

Do you remember when we went off to war ?
We were told all the reasons and what it was for.
That government dossier nicked from the net
It was 'sexed-up' by a man called…..oh I forget
Well it turns out it was all just a simple mistake,
There were no conspiracy, or spies trying to fake.
It was just some Health papers dropped on the floor
And picked up in error at the ministry of War......

I've seen the original and what it actually said,
Was that in 45 minutes you should get a bed
In a N.H.S. hospital, awaiting your op.
But they dropped that proposal - the men at the top!
Because too many people kept getting ill,
(They're changing the law now, making a bill)
To stop us developing serious disease,
And make all the patients go overseas.
Well, there's plenty of room in hospitals abroad
Their patients are over here. They can afford
The nurses and doctors that we trained so well
A free National Health?
.....Now that that rings a bell!

Tuesday, 24 November 2009


The melting mass of mutated man
Struggled forward spouting blood,
No bright coloured shirt he wore
Just a pattern etched into his chest.
A blue scar marred his orange neck,
Peeling flesh his deformed face,
As from the burning fields of ash
He crawled , blinded by the light.
But no-one came to his aid
To treat his toasted skin;
No-one, because there is no-one
No living thing is left !


Brave New World

The brave new world of Tony Blair
Jobless, homeless everywhere
The N.H.S. is in such a state,
if you want to die, you’ll have to wait.
Not enough police out on the street,
Crime figures are down though, now there’s a feat!
Unemployment’s down but factories still close,
When the PM speaks just watch his nose,
Pinocchio Blair with his Cabinet of wood
He’d be the President if he could
There’s Jack Straw the Home man
Always ready to take the can.
We’ve got John Prescott and his two Jags,
And Gordon Brown to tax the fags.
David Plunkett, a rising star,
Estelle Morris she’ could go far!
New Labour with its old ideas
New sound bites with the same old fears
The brave new world of Tony Blair
And half the nation doesn’t care!!


Monday, 23 November 2009

History Will Remember

You can take them to the border line
And lead them by the hand,
You can take them across the water,
But they still won’t understand
the reason for the outcry.
Do they ever listen ?
Do they even care?
When will they remember who put them where they are?

Twist statistics on the blackboard
Meaningless figures are despatched.
As we stand by in silence
Another plan is hatched
to bring them all more glory
A place in history’s’
Ever changing book
Which only winners get to write!

What care they if thousands lose their lives
What care the men on high?
The Generals never have to fight
Just smile sweetly when they lie
and never answer questions
As to when or how and why,
the cannon fodder was destroyed
By ever so‘friendly’ fire.

‘My enemy’s enemy is my friend’
They strive to help his cause.
World peace at stake, or so they say
It’s a ‘moral’ use of force.
After all we’ve done to save the world
Ungrateful ‘infidels’
We need this war to feed the dream
And Hollywood needs more scripts.


Thursday, 19 November 2009

Pissing In The Wind (with apologies to Elton John & David Bowie)

Goodbye Maggie Thatcher
From the young man in the twenty second row
of cardboard boxes in the street,
(We don’t exist you know)

It seems to me that most of life
is like pissing in the wind;
Never getting anywhere
until your lights are dimmed.
I should have liked to know you
Because of all you did
I would have put you back inside your box
Then super-glued the lid.

Ground control to Major Jon
Strings attached and glasses on
Have you checked out number ten?
Grey paint all over Maggies den.

It seems to me that politics
is like farting in the wind
The stench will always come right back
On those who did the sin.
I should have liked to meet you
And shake you warmly by the throat
But never mind you're on your bike
Now don’t forget your coat

Ground control to Clinton Bill
Monica has had her fill
What a sorry sordid tale
But its alright if you don’t inhale.

Goodbye Norma & Jon
From New Labours’ Tory Blair
I’ve no ideas of my own
So why don’t we just share

It seems to me that politicians
are full of so much wind
It doesn’t matter what they say
cos no-one ever listens
I’m glad I didn’t know you all
Because I’d have been quite ill
What with Maggie and her lap dog Jon
Tory Blair and Cigar Bill.

Monday, 16 November 2009

Please Take Me Home To Mummy

The nightmare woke her from the dream
Of the stranger with a sickly smile,
His haunting face and soft spoken words
All she wants is Mummy!

She had been playing in the sun kissed corn
When snatched from under daddy’s’ eyes.
Screams that no-one else could hear
“Please take me back to Mummy”

Don’t want to do the things he asks
I know that it’s not right.
His frightening eyes and strong hard hands
“Please take me home to Mummy.

Tears that flow, but all in vain
He doesn’t want to hear the cries
His evil mind and sad twisted heart
That took her from her Mummy

He covers his ears with his murderous hands
To shelter from the screams.
Inside his head the child still lives
With a picture of her Mummy.

Silent, still, stiff and cold
A tiny bundle of tattered clothes
Discovered in an unknown ditch
And never again to see Mummy.

Worse than beasts, lower than low
The doctors treat his …‘illness’
But they cannot bring a young life back
They can’t give her back to Mummy!