A steroid injection—- hysteria prevention
My knee is much looser— don’t tell your tutor
My hands  are less swollen—– my head has a hole in
I feel like some food—-I steal when I’m rude
Do you have a hot dinner— shave the lot,sinner
Where is my dessert—- share and be pert
Creme brulee is great— Hurrah with a mate
What is the matter— the blood stain is fatter
Do you like a knife—-speak like a wife
My husband’s in bed——-He’s robbing the dead
My pillow is soft—-Hey, fellow in  loft
What is the filling—- fat duck’s a shilling
Where is your throw—–Fair cop,I don’t know
Mine is electric——-Rhymes are just plastic
Design is now crucial————They lie,how unusual
The baby was born…. sound the ram’s horn.

A young woman  who lost her dear husband in January  did safely have their son  yesterday to be called after his late’s father’s grandfather

A strange life indeed when these things happen so close together.

Life and death,The wheel turns and new and old mix in the flow

 

 

 

Why do the sins of rage return again
When we’d learned  of genocidal hate
How do we change the heart and mind  human?

Images of children grieving  damned.
Has Evil won the war,become our fate?
Why do the sins of hate return again?

Industrial murders,  manhood’s great orgasm
Guns and blood and gassing escalate
How  could we change the heart and mind  of man?

 

Ethics and commandments  have not won
The  still,small voice may whisper not, distraught
I feel the sins of hate return again

Goodness is  skin deep,it is a sham
God was here but we put him to flight
Who might change the heart and mind  human?

When we love, are safe, we feel delight
We  must not  trust   the armies of   the night
Why must the sins of hate return again
How do we change  our hearts to be as one?