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THE LONGEST DAWN PART 2 H C SONNETS
5
Each stage of life left without a goodbye
Youth, adult, work to live to earn your place
Strive to eat, learn a trade you need to ply
Bills, bills, bills, bills you must quicken the pace
Mouths to feed the rich take to buy the bomb
Wars to fund opulence one must display
You pay for your health care, but there is none
Bless the homeless, for who cares where they lay
Bless the sick, the wounded, hope is near gone
The price of a clock worth more than the poor 
No, stay down do not weep for hangers on
Beat and abuse her she’s only a whore
But then are a dog, a cat and a horse
Made in the image of a greater source

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Made in the image of a greater source 
Made from the dust of the ground or a rib
Made from nature's great and explosive force
From the slime we crawled, yet some say the crib
But from whence, who cares, life is here to live
Each to their own we must live and let be
Don’t squander in hate, build and learn to give
Why does it happen, this is wrong, why me 
Don’t feel sorry for your birth or your crawl
Or for your leap through the apes up to man
Get on with it grasp don’t stumble don’t fall
Don’t moan don’t whine go live it while you can
Yet life is a gift live before you die
From child to adult many tears we cry.
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From child to adult many tears we cry 
Each stage passes none notice till it’s gone
The infant the child each stage we comply
From child to adult life is a big con
Santa’s not real the tooth fairy a lie
Our hair doesn’t curl when we eat the crust
Our parents grow old and our children die
It’s greed rules the world, don’t forget lust 
The unsinkable sinks, we never learn
Death by the thousands still happen, it’s wrong
The unstoppable stops, does a worm turn
Millions are spent just to hear Big Ben bong
Yet our image from swamps or greater source
Twists and turns are many, life runs its course

8.
Twists and turns are many, life runs its course
The planets align, the tides sweep the shore
A pinprick in time, but a mighty force
To leave our mark on earth, enter a score.
Aim for the bullseye set in the middle
You hold your head high, eyes straight, concentrate
Focus your view as life’s not a riddle
Worship your living don’t deliberate
Invent, improve, heal the sick, stop the wars
Kill the bomb not each other, we are men
The rich safe with goods, assets locked in stores
Audit their wealth, a sudden empty pen
But you must fight, life is not for the faint
A giver, a taker, a sin, no saint

9.
A giver, a taker, a sin, no saint
A swipe of the brush a slash with a knife
Who lives and who dies, whose brush holds the paint
To silence those hard done to in this life
Colour, infirmity, things to despise
To kick an easy target no one cares 
Not true shout the worthy, those that are wise
My blood spills out red, don’t give yourself airs 
Equal we are all people me and you
My skin burns in the sun, bones bend with age
The tears of all fall when death hears its cue
The book of life changes with each turned page
Yet screams of first breath, little girl or boy
There is nothing, everything, pain and joy

© MANDY TAMS 24/5/2016
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