Two million pounds a house

 David Cameron’s bought another house
He says he’s very sad  for us poor mice
He like to take his children to the sea
Two million pounds sounds quite un-right to me

The suicide rate is rising  every day
Domestic violence screams as children play
I wonder if he thinks it’s all God’s plan
Wondrous are the ways of wealthy men

God is not the puzzle nor design
The puzzle is the people with no minds
Sharing would be sanity   and sense
Give the poor   and old a  recompense

Why do we  not what is so clear?
There is an answer but it is too near

After being hurt we hide away

After being hurt we hide away
We turn down invitations  feeling blue
Ashamed to show our anguish or be prey

Behind a wall of glass we live our days
Thinking   others know the hidden clue 
After being hurt, we hide away

We miss the help of sharing or of prayer
Out skin feels thin, we agonise and stew
Ashamed to show our anguish or be prey

The way we feel is common, it’s not rare
We need to know that others suffer too
After being hurt, we hide away.

Our suit of armour stiffens , won’t repair
Retaliation   banish, don’t pursue
Enraged by our  own anguish we feel prey

Is there anyone who will rescue
The people who  to grudges cling like glue
After being hurt we hide away
Ashamed to show our anguish or be prey