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