No-one ever told me grief was fear
Or did they speak but I refused to hear?
Like cancer, blindness, suicide and hate
The words describe the folk of foreign states.
Vigilant and wary as we weep
We feel the loss of God and then our sleep
The world no longer has a solid floor
The foot is hesitant, the head is more.
The rudeness of old friends can hurt like knives
They rush to tell you, you are no-one’s wife.
Though we know we must meet God alone
The status of our soul is overthrown.
And yet we see new visions and new ways
Lying with the worms , as beetles gaze
The tempest loud is blowing
Soon it will be snowing
The birthday cards are late
One my lover ate
We need some postal order in this land
The government is lacking
The thin ice it´s a cracking
Amber Rudd is weeping
The harvest she is reaping
I have my own camcorder in my hand
They say the weather´ś odder
We are the old gods fodder
Flu is running rings
The fat lady has rung
We need a wall and border by the band
The good thing is that a child of immigrants from Pakistan is Home Secretary.Apart from that the actions of ~Amber Rudd and T.May are despicable.
And in May the Royal Family will welcome a mixed race wife for Prince Harry.After his wild youth he now seems to have a capacity for helping others in particular by revealing his own mental suffering when Diana died and after.Whether you think we should have Royals or not,I am looking forward to the drama and pleasure of good news
As teeth have roots I wish most they had flowers
And leaves of green and little humming bees
I’d sit and see your smile for hours and hours
Sharp teeth made for biting and for chewing
Predators are made to kill,not please
As teeth have roots I want them to have flowers
Which is stronger,love or total power?
A few men enforce sex like they’re diseased
I’d love to see you smile for hours and hours
Remember how in Auschwitz they had showers
Poisoned so no biting to displease
As Jews walked to grim death ,they had no flowers
As they walked they prayed, their Faith endured
The mystery like to Job’s will never cease
The queue went on for more than days or hours
The God that made the tiger and the bees
The God who sent his Son to bring us peace
The God who made the wild flower and newt
Oh God , you suffered under Hitler’s boot