Monday 27 March 2017

Onward Western Soldiers



Onward Western Soldiers

 

Onward Western Soldiers

Marched across the sand

Of the desert now a graveyard

To a bombed and broken land

There wasn’t much to see

No hospital no store

No stadium no playground

No window roof or door

 

Under obligation

They stayed there for a while

Scared angry citizens

They questioned put on trial

Some deemed insurgents

In prison cells confined

Festered in their hatred

For those of western kind

 

The westerners withdrew

On government advice

A weak administration

Was left to its device

The prison population

No longer now detained

Came flocking to the caliph

Who prophesised and reined

 

Gathering they listened

In numbers ever more

To Proclamations spoken

Liberation holy war

Weaponry was purchased

Ruthlessly deployed

Slavery rape torture

Justified enjoyed  

 

They staked a destination

Declared a caliphate

Cities towns and villages

All now Islamic State

Ruled by ancient laws

From the seventh century

Executions filmed

For westerners to see

 

Human beings in terror

Of those barbaric laws

Sold their homes for passage

To safer western shores

Wherefrom being called on

By those who preach warfare

Jihadists crossed the border

To train with ISIS there

 

Some of them returned

As refugees disguised

Innocent and guilty

Hence equally despised

Atrocities committed

In western cities now

Paranoia mounting

With every passing hour

 

Unanimously voted

Another war’s declared

Guns are locked and loaded

Troops are well prepared

Satellites are spying

Ships are eastward bound

Guided drones are flying

Boots are on the ground

 

Onward western soldiers

March across the sand

Of the desert still a graveyard

To a bombed and broken land

Nothing left but ruins

The same as once before

No orphanage no hospital

No ceiling wall or floor

 

Here’s an obligation

Supposedly fulfilled

Cities smashed to rubble

The caliph captured killed

Conquerors retreating

From suffering and pain

A holy man emerging

As the cycle starts again


Sunday 19 March 2017

Furs




Furs
On a night when not a fuck was given
In an orange Mini madly driven
By a mate who far as I could tell
Was speeding and spaced out as well
I passed a joint and he said to me
The road’s disappeared mate I can’t see
Then he without any hesitation
Drove over the central reservation
Thinking it was like a dream
I saw a lorry’s lights full beam
Coming at us at full pelt
And not a trace of fear I felt
We went back over the central line
Naught came out of his mouth or mine
I skinned up again thought oh well
We both laughed and said Fucking hell
The Psychedelic Furs that night
We jointly agreed were well alright
As we stopped outside my mate’s abode
Wide awake and still in gig mode
His wife was up with Chloe the cat
We had a cup of tea and sat
Watching her in the living room
Pushing kittens out of her womb
We watched her he his wife and I
Till after a haze of time passed by
Four tiny black kittens appeared
A Purrrfect ending to a night fair weird
This strange story in my head
(One of many it has to be said)
Never fails to makes me smile
Recalling every once a while
That night with not a fuck once given
An orange Mini long ago driven
A cat and kittens no longer alive
And the Furs in London in ‘eighty five