The Refugee’ Prayer
Time is of the
essence
At least that’s what they
say
The past is soon what’s
present
And today soon
yesterday.
But what about
tomorrow,?
What does the future
hold?
More pain and more
sorrow?
It makes my blood run
cold.
I’d like to have a
future
Which is clear and oh so
bright;
I’d like to have a
future,
Where I can sleep at night.
Keeping up Appearances
Looks can be
deceptive,
Some you try to
hide,
But no matter what you
do,
You can’t change what’s inside.
Time Out
The pace of life is nice and
slow,
As on past ducks and swans we
go,
Through swing bridges and down
through locks.
No worries here – No need for
clocks!
A flash back to the days of
old,
When people worked in rain and
cold,
To bring the coal from out the
pits
To industry and steam powered
ships.
When horses towed the goods
along,
(No engine sound, just bargee’s
song),
Until the train and
motorway,
Deemed the canal had had its
day.
But now the boats are used
again,
Not much in snow and less in
rain:
They take a diff’rent cargo
now
And no one stops to wonder
how
The locks were built – Who lost
their lives,
In this our peaceful
countryside.
Instead we come from miles
around,
For all the sights, the smells,
the sounds,
Forgetting all our woe and
strife,
Relaxing from our hectic
life.
Stood at the helm, with cup of
tea –
Who the hell needs technology!
The
“Sub”
When you’re sitting there
having a poo
Remember others have to use the
loo
So when you’ve finished, pull
the chain
And when it’s flushed, look
again:
If a “sub” lurks in the
bowl,
Have a heart and have a
soul:
Don’t leave it there, for
others to see,
Flush again, it’s so
easy.
Then start again, from line
four,
Until the “sub” lurks there no more.
Life
is but a Curry
We are but grains of
rice
On the curry plate of
life.
A tiny heart – A tiny soul
–
A fragment making up the whole.
Our
World!?
What sort of world do we live
in?
I’d really like to
know,
When people won’t wait for a
minute,
At a junction to let you
go.
What sort of world do we live
in?
When people sleep rough on the
streets -
Hold out their hand for some
money,
So they can get something to
eat.
What sort of world do we live
in?
When people are fighting for
land,
Raping and killing each
other,
I really don’t
understand.
The world itself is amazing
-
A perfect work of
art,
But what sort of world do we
live in,
When people want to blow it
apart?
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