Day: September 30, 2019

Evolution and death

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Of crypto-theological  progress
Of humans rising from the humble worm
Where is Evolution’s  grand success?

Those who are imperfect cause distress
Soon we want to murder the deformed
Oh! crypto-theological  progress

Evolution’s natural life works best
Eugenics led to genocide in turn
Who is Evolution’s  grand success?

Soon  arose the measurements and tests
As if no human being could discern.
Oh! crypto-theological  progress

 

Is your IQ less than all the rest?
Does testing impede  children’s wish to learn?
Where  is Europe’s  great  evolved  success?
See the Nazis and the books they burned
Did an living people feel concern?
Re  crypto-theological  progress
Has Europe evolved yet  into success?

I sense a piece of Putin in the air

I sense a feel of panic in the air
As if the Ark is not quite waterproof
I wonder if we’d welcome Tony Blair

To the poor this life was rarely fair
But now it seems unreal, is it a spoof?
I sense a piece of Putin in the air

I am looking in the mirror at my hair
It looks like Boris Johnson’s  but more louche
I wonder if we’d  dye  old Tony Blair’s

The Russian wolf is licking his rich fur
He’s happy Britain’s weakened with fake truth
I feel  a sense of  monsters  near, oh dear.

Putin won his Trump  with  that strange hair
Now it’s cyber warfare on the hoof
Will  he soon take Leave  from Tony Blair?

The Russians in Crimea  are still  there
 The Ukraine weeps  because we did not care
I sense a feel of Russia in the air
I wonder if   they’ll  fragment us  and tear.

 

 

When I heard the voice I loved its tone

My thryoid gland has given me real hell
I  obsessed about the gas pipes and the drains
Noone realised I was unwell

The gland had overworked for a long spell
Then  burned out by this speed it was my bane
My thryoid gland has given me real hell

I lay upon my bed,my nerves were shrill
I could not walk, my weakness seemed quite plain
Yet noone realised I was unwell

A kindly voice said,Katherine make your Will
You  will die, you will not  long remain
My thryoid gland has given me real hell

Who was speaking to me, was I  ill?
The voice seemed kind, but it was not my own
Noone realised I was unwell

I saw a doctor, coma  soon would kill
He gave me thyroxine, my life   has grown
That thryoid gland  reversed,no more was hell

When I heard the voice I loved its tone
Some  angel  guided me  to earth again
My thryoid gland has given me real hell
Now I go out daily, stuff  that hell

 

 

Yet I remember  Teesdale and High Force

When I was young he liked to brush my hair
He bought a special brush from somewhere posh
Down my back  my hair flowed  gold and fair
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