You don’t say

My funny drawing

Born to sin,,,the original story

Born with a fin,.. the half life of a fish

Born in a tin,,,how to become a baked bean

Born to pin. A tailor’s life

Born to win .but at what?

Made with bear,. I am still there

In the Arctic full of elastic

My first confession.. I stole a tomato to give the priest

My last confession, I don’t remember.

Ireland

Oh, it’s Bloody Sunday here in Britain

An obituary is easily written

Many people shot and killed

As slowly grind God’s many mills

So civilised we are always right

Did these people not want to fight?

Cowards here the unarmed men

Shot by Britain now again

Women too may mingle in

We’re not averse to shooting them

Our care and manners are skin deep

We’re barbarians , you are sheep.

Ireland starved and treated ill

I am angry at this still

Now we know if there’s Civil War

The army is trained to shoot us all

Black and white,Fenian green

The mountains mourn for they have seen.

Mourning

Oh, it’s Bloody Sunday here in Britain

An obituary is easily written

Many people shot and killed

As slowly grind God’s many mills

So civilised we are always right

Did these people not want to fight?

Cowards here the unarmed men

Shot by Britain now again

Women too may mingle in

We’re not averse to shooting them

Our care and manners are skin deep

We’re barbarians , you are sheep.

Ireland starved and treated ill

I am angry at this still

Now we know if there’s Civil War

The army is trained to shoot us all

Black and white,Fenian green

The mountains mourn for they have seen.

The world of trust, of relaxation, tact

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Each body cell can  widen or contract
Like individual beings,  each minute,
Each shows  a different world than we expect

In our secrecy, new visions may impact
Our  hidden mind with metaphor’s  astute,
As body cells  each open or contract

From  our pain, experience  distracts.
The mind and heart and soul can  each  re-route
We see a world more changed than we expect

 

The world of trust, of relaxation, tact,
Tensions   in the mind    will soon dispute.
The choir of cells may sing or  lose affect

Faith in the unknown, what shows our lack?
Can we reach such faith in minute steps?
We “see” our world  too much under attack

As glows the  candle,  at sweet Fire it hints
Let each respond in   their  own dialect
Each body cell can  widen or contract
We see new worlds, not mirrors  ,blind reflects