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Tom Goodman Poem
Battery hens
Caged in and made to try and fit in
Give us a break
Freedom is scarce
The world aghast
Nothing but routine, disordered order and disappointment
Imagine rain clouds moving past
Pretty for outsiders
But inside is dark, full of woe
Normal is not normal
Life, unimaginable by workaholics and city goers
Carry on with your day
Amidst the pain
Find joy
Amongst the sorrow and disorientation
Stay in tact
Let go, but moving on is unnecessary
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Tom Goodman Poem
The cold of the winter
Duffel coats and bobble hats
Red, white and green
Christmas is nigh
The streets of London
Paved with precious grey
Up in a smoke
A concrete jungle of sorts
Robins, blackbirds and magpies
Green cosmopolitan valleys
Gardens of earth
Salons and appointments
Non locals come in
Traffic jams
Oil, mixed with water
Making wondrous rainbows
Global warming
We guess and wonder
When it will snow
Aiming for December
Then falling in March
The anthems of the city
Sound and complete
Even the sounds
Of thunder and sleet
The new theory of thundersnow
What do the planets think
Of our global terror?
More clothes on
More things gone to waste
Autumn gone but sticking together
A tradition of perfection
The birth of jesus
Copyright © Tom Goodman | Year Posted 2020
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