Spike

When your beautiful car is getting covered in poo
Simply because a bird needs the loo
What springs to mind - to give it a clean?
No, not that, you're far too mean

Instead you look up and see that tree
And rather than how beautiful nature can be
You think, how horrible. Crikey! Yikes!
I must get it covered in sharp metal spikes!

This is the world of the powerful rich
Who do what they want when they have the itch
They disregard nature and disrespect it as well
Don't you just wish they would all go to hell?

https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2017/dec/19/bird-spikes-in-bristol-trees-to-protect-cars-cause-dismay

Number Three

While the Royal's are lauded and paid for
When they have an extra child
Life gets harder for the poor
While the Royal's are lauded and paid for
No benefits for a third child no more
Unless you can prove you were defiled
While the Royal's are lauded and paid for
When they have an extra child

Pressure; Pain

All the pressure
All the pain
I couldn't go
Through that again

All the waiting
The sense of unease
How did you do
In your GCSE's

The course of your life
Could change forever
How people perceive you
Thick or clever

And yet you've barely
Begun to mature
Of who we are
We can't be sure

Yet the stakes keep rising
Year upon year
Filling heads
With a choking fear

Pressure; Pain;
Waiting; Unease;
It's Judgement Day
For GCSE's

The Road Alone

A year ago we voted leave
But forty-eight percent still grieve
At the thought that we are cutting ties
Because of those remorseless lies

So is it true that half were duped
Believing money could be recouped
That there'd be no more immigration
Or bureaucratic leglislation

"Take back control, we'll be great again
Don't be silly, don't vote remain
£350 mill. for the NHS
Least that's what the side of this bus says

"Foreigners aims are to disjoint
While the country sits at breaking point
Trust us, we won't lie to you
It's not a glossy, rose-tinted view"

Or was it through desperate hope
For the poorest who can barely cope
That change, that any change, could be
The thing that makes their lives more free

But the choice is made, we've turned our backs
Saying goodbye, and making tracks
On the road alone, with far to go
To a destination we still don't know

If we've made a mistake then time will tell
We may discover that all is well
Another enlightenment may dawn
The flowering of a nation born
Or will it be like the Roman's leaving
A dark age land of self deceiving

Stones

Were the stones built up
By giants in memory
Of their own image
Forever standing to face
The summer dawn
And the dark winters night
Reminders of when Gods were Gods
And mankind was in awe
Of nature
Listening to its heartbeat
Sacrificing blood
For all our futures
Worshipping death and rebirth
The cycles of all our lives
Full circle

Genetics

Violence breeds violence,
In desires to pluck an eye for an eye.
Retribution sought for each attack.
With the aim of escalation.
And it will never stop,
While revenge thrives,
And shouts in the face of love,
While compassion remains a byword,
For cowardice and appeasement.
We must realise that we are all the same,
In both heart and desire,
That the genetics which makes us enemies,
Brings us together.

Birthday Girl

Every year I wonder at the speed at which another twelve months have passed.

So, happy 4th birthday,
to the girl who sometimes makes me mad,
but who also makes me proud that I'm her dad!