I vow to Thee my Country

Why is the world cocooned in law,

The ten thousand commandments of man?
While what society should abhor
Is forced out of our hands.
 

There is a place where angels dwell

And politicians reign;
Cast out of heaven, though worse than hell,
Paradise lost again.

They’ll play their games, but never see

The tears in children’s eyes,
And leave behind catastrophe
For those who shall survive.

‘They shall not grow old’ we say

‘As we who are left grow old;
Age shall not weary each bitter day
Nor the years condemn the cold’.

Dulce et decorum est

Is the lie we no longer believe.
Too late for those we’ve laid to rest
Too late for those we conceive.

He was still a child on the day that he went

To fight for the London MP’s,
To fire shots he never meant
In a desperate aim to please.

He was one of the first to die,

Referred to as a ‘gonna’.
Yet still bloodthirsty Generals cry
‘Death sooner than dishonour’.

Falling

Late at night, alone with your dreams,

Someone walks right over your grave.
In the silence are whispers and screams.
Death comes, but who will he save.

In one heathen moment the earth will confirm us,

While we play with words but can’t make them work.
We all die alone, life can no longer harm us,
And, dying, forget the lies that we heard.

And when once again existence betrays us

We assume that death will prevail;
And try to run, but who tries to save us,
Unable to win, we don’t want to fail.
 

We put life into boxes, put lives onto shelves

To surround it with visions and lies,
Try fooling the world, but are fooling ourselves,
For who can see truth through blinded eyes?
-          We all shall die.

The Beyond

In the cold stillness of midnight

When hate is all that you feel –
You long for the touch of a gentle hand
And the sound of a voice that is real.

And praying alone in the dark

She’ll curse parasitic devotion –
While sitting as silent as evil disguised,
An image of infinite motion.

Missing

People sit and keep their peace

Beneath a grey, uncaring sky;
Vehemently defend their creed
Of who deserves to live or die.

And who will walk a step behind

To catch them when they fall;
Though out of sight and not of mind
Who shall see it all?

They all sit back and smile at days

That slip beyond their grasp –
Not realising the game life plays
Will wipe away the cast.

And who will tell them where they stand

When lights begin to fade?
Who will keep hold of their hand
Though circumstance invades?

And yet you can rely on one

Whenever life’s unfair.
Through whatever’s said and done
Turn around, I’ll still be there.

Yesterday's Dreams

Somebody whispered,

Their words meant nothing.
Lovers once kissed
In a time for loving.

People once prayed

When prayers were heard;
And nobody faced
The things that they feared.

Days passed like thunder

Dividing the air;
You see people blunder,
Forgetting to care.

It’s hard to continue

When life’s lost its meaning;
And who will forgive
The look that’s deceiving.

You look in the mirror

And don’t recognise
The face before you,
The pain in the eyes.

When whispering words

You so long to hear,
The phrase ‘it is over’
Touches your ear.

While other ones suffer

We cannot forget
The feeling within us,
The pain and regret.

But it’s too late for guilt.

The die has been cast.
We can’t change the future
Or re-write the past.