They were lowly

There was a young lady from Berwick
Whose boyfriends rotated on merit
Some flew up high
Far into the sky
Down here she was left with

There was a young doctor called Perc
Who very often felt thirsty
He had diabetes
As he eate too many sweeties
Or maybe it was based just on hearsay

In Kenya our soldiers roast beef
Was men who were captured and beat
They cooked them quite slowly
Like Christ they were holy
Their flesh was both godly and swee

In Palestine once there was peace
And plenty of tourists to fleece
The Temple burned down
Jerusalem doomed

The vultures flew over like geese

As whirl our minds

All this year erratic winds have blown
Cold in winter,humid in the spring
Whirling human minds like little stones

Ethics,truth,humility disowned
In their place what will the demons bring?
In this era, winds erratic blow

All the owls and other birds have flown
They sense the truth, there is no lingering
As whirl our human minds like pebblestone

In the blackbirds garden, they say :go
As they flutter on their open wings
Even in that place, winds strange do blow

Under masks of sweetness, poison shows
Bombs are nuclear, once mere arrows stung
As whirl our ancient minds, as mothers moan

On the cross, the Christ in grief still hangs
Underneath, the proud snake shows its fangs
All this year the monstrous winds have blown
Stirring up our patterns,seeking form