Go away, Today,
You have overstayed your stay.
You think you're tough,
We've had enough it's been rough,
It's time to go.
Go now,
We can't allow
This bedlam to last,
You've had your day,
Just vanish, we say
Be a memory of our past.
Shove off!!
Oh! you've acquired a cough,
From someone you infected.
How do you feel?
Do you feel ill?
Has Human breath been detected,
A virus in you,
That is new?
Caught, from a human being,
It's our breath that causes your death,
We can't believe what we are seeing,
A vicious virus,
Is not desirous,
To anyone on Earth.
We've invented a puffer,
A virus snuffer,
That will kill and stop future births.
As we wave goodbye,
We all breathe a sigh,
All feeling very chuffed,
Who would have thought we'd kill the virus,
Who was so desirous,
With a Super Sniffer Puff.
"You are not alone" she whispered to a dying girl
while the angels swooped down to hold a pearl
Unspeakable acts in a world of dishumanisation
mental illness is spreading, inside our Nation..
Why is it the innocent pay for the debt
of sick people they have never met?.
I cannot imagine what Linda was thinking
as she held a dying soul without blinking
In memory of this beautiful soul that died
let us bow our heads and prep our souls
for a moment of quietude and silence
Let us say a prayer for those who died
Mental illness is like a candle stick snuffer
extinguishing flames in a cone shaped world
Its the innocent ones that go on to suffer
in a world where violence/ treason is hurled.
July 24, 2018
Beneath the evening lamplight, I sit on nature's floor
Entreating those emerging from their crystal paneled doors,
To ask a single farthing, or penny they might give,
And grant this humble beggar, a means where I might live.
And as they come and go each night they disdain to notice me,
For beneath the evening lamplight, my cup is all they see.
The carriages they click and clack upon the cobblestones,
As highborn men and ladies, go to and from their homes.
And as the snuffer has made his round, and morning chased the night,
I'll drag these lifeless legs along and wait for end of light.
For beneath the evening lamplight is my place on nature's floor,
Entreating those emerging from their crystal paneled doors.
As the masses self-segregate,
methods of control congregate
with notions to deregulate
until their coffers consolidate.
Such manipulations make tougher
our right to build a peaceful buffer
from creeds of greed; lives suffer
as light gets crushed in the snuffer.
The breeze they shall seize
will strike us to our knees
no matter who disagrees
with their squeeze of decrees.
Yet, the tremor of their hand
proves their power isn't grand,
even if they demand command
mighty brands shall drift like sand
as billions of souls awaken
to the will-force they've taken
by arguments mistaken
from pyramids now shaken.
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