My life was like a jigsaw quite complete

I had all the pieces fit there looking neat

But circumstance and weakness broke it down.

Yet I have to smile where I would frown.

I can’t complain of suffering in excess

Nor order god himself to mete redress.

Loss and grief and loneliness are here.

Hostility and rage complete the sphere

Men who look alike in DNA

See themselves as other,war as play

And when the fighting stops they stand in blood

And so it is they rape for motherhood.

How can women bear to carry on ?

The wombs are empty and the world is done

I cannot make the puzzle pieces fit.

The sacred tablets broken have no wit.

I found my vocation at last

Shoplifting is hard to resist

So do it full time

As I recommend in these rhymes

With such theft you will surely be blessed

Do you complain about tax?

Are church candles made out of  wax?

The chancellor reigns

So forgo your gains

These it is clear all the facts