The Enemy Within
"All cruelty springs from weakness." - Seneca
Oh Yes.
There is an Enemy Within.
It lives within, feeds upon, you.
Senseless, yelloweyed
It informs all that you do.
Born of your Hate, Pride, Ignorance
It warps you daily,
Makes every decision a folly.
The pity of it is,
You spent a life rewarded
For every vile transgression
Cheated of every lesson
Worth knowing.
So when the Darkness comes for you
- As soon it must -
Its black shape, the shape of your inhumanity,
Will be awaiting by your bedside
To claim you,
Unlamented.
Categories:
unlamented, angst, scary,
Form: Free verse
A Brief Guide to the Tories
As practised in the UK
Grab what you can
Shall be the way
Life at the top
Seems to be a farce
When progress is made
By kissing ****
Brown paper envelopes
From he who affords
Can secure a seat
In the House of Lords.
Cutting benefits
While all the while
Heaping honours
On the Tax Exile
Look after their own
Seems the creed
Charity is there
For those in need.
The country run by
Ex red top hack
In what’s known as
Getting a country back
Turkeys voted for Christmas
Don't assume they always wll
So while we're in power
Get your fingers in the till
Grab what you can
Shall be the way
We’ll take our chances
Come Judgement Day.
Written in the time of the unlamented Boris Johnson, but still relevant
Categories:
unlamented, class, corruption, leadership, political,
Form: Rhyme
Bemoan the songs unsung for want of melody and tongue.
Bewail the sorrows unlamented and veiled, for want of a good sob.
Waffling silent tunes echoing and rattling in the cage, trapped unexpressed.
We humans can only hear the flaps and rustles of the unsung,
which roost like bats inverted, upended in trees unheard, cloaked, silent.
The unsung lie on the ground, unheralded, unapplauded, unlauded, quiet,
never played out.
Categories:
unlamented, song, sound,
Form: Free verse