In His Wife's Shoes

In his wife’s shoes

Trump in a pair of stilettos

Canvassed the poorest of ghettos

He danced in the street

To a nationalist beat

And wished he was wearing Repettos  

Second Wave

Second wave

Soaking sun like leeches

Screaming in delight  

Crowding Britain’s beaches

With not a mask in sight

People are defying

Instinctively they bathe

Unknowingly each trying

To catch the second wave

Life's a Test

Life’s a test

Looking down

From the edge

Of despair

A man cries

Life’s a test

Or else

What’s the point

Of all the pain?

People below

One foot dangling

Over their heads

Conducting them

Gazes transfixed

Silence spreads

I’m a performer

Tight rope walking

Between buildings tall

I wonder

How many are hoping

To see me fall?

Silence prevails

Resigned to fate

A deep breath

He gets ready to jump

WAIT!

Frozen unsure

The ground below

The time

Between here

And there

Quickly?

Slow?

Falling

Thoughts arise

What will they be?

Hitting the ground

Will his soul be

Free?

Whatever you believe

Or fear

What’s last

Is a testament

That led you here

When time ceases

Thoughts

Are no more

Your last

Is the key

To eternity’s door

In an ambulance

Rescued by

Words

Entering his head

Can you repeat

What you said?

Nothing

Says a policeman

A seed  sown

The voice

Was none other

Than his own?

Back from the brink

No longer

Distressed

Seeing differently

Still

Life’s a test

Paths lead to

Sorrow wars

Others

Peace

Which one’s yours?

Epilogue or The Convict's Dream

Epilogue or The Convict’s Dream

A deadly plague of hate and blame

From Asia’s deepest regions came

And when its victory was gained

All but a chosen few remained

Each particle of pestilence

Had self-will and intelligence

And breathed in by humanity

It caused a mass-insanity

Inasmuch as one would to feel

They uniquely had the skill

Of knowledge quite unshakeable

All others being breakable

Each effectively obtained

A gospel truth divinely gained

God’s pronouncements set in stone

Theirs to spread and theirs alone

Cities were to madness driven

Villages and towns were riven

Businesses failed to run

And no one trusted anyone

Neither was a cure found

Nor shared belief nor common ground

The mass infected couldn’t see

In absence of humility

Families drove each other mad

Never-ending fights they had

Locked in permanent confliction

Tied in knots by proud conviction

Ministries abruptly ceased

Members every one a beast

Failing to communicate

Eaten up with mutual hate

Armies mobilised and they

Disintegrated anyway

Comrades turning on each other

Stabbing shooting one another

Food and water being denied

Animals neglected died

And on every farming plot

Crops unpicked were left to rot

All over Earth the virus spread

Till there were very many dead

And no one but the chosen few

Survived to start the world anew

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On waking in a conscious stream

Of thought upon the convict’s dream

Inside my head I made a leap

To wide awake from sound asleep

And in the early morning light

I considered wrong and right

What Dostoevsky had to say

Seemed prophetical that day

With favoured views superior

We wade into hysteria

Remonstrate with all the rest

Convince ourselves that we know best

And as I think I comprehend

Yet still I question in the end

Pondering the chosen few

Who would they be if dreams came true?

The bunker

The bunker

Hiding in a bunker in forty five,

From anti-fascists, Hitler, running scared

And determined not to be caught alive,

Took a cyanide capsule, pre-prepared,

And tested on his dog some time before.

Eva did the same, consequently died,

And Hitler, presumably to be sure

Of success in committing suicide,

Gave himself a wound with his service gun;

And that, being as fatal as the pill,

Made doubly certain the job was well done;

The ending, perfectly fitting the bill,

Of despot, in a bunker, underground;

Does that sentence have a familiar sound?

What goes around

What goes around

Communists and Nazis

Fought each other’s parties

And the ruckus carried on

All through the night

Till finally both teams

Of political extremes

Joined hands and formed

A line from left to right  

Each end it was observed

Towards the other curved

And when they met

All hands were tightly bound

And with a karaoke

They sang the Okey Cokey

Together in a circle

Spinning round 

Don't spread hate in the name of Lee

Don’t spread hate in the name of Lee

Don’t spread hate in the name of Lee;

You’re adding to the nations’s pain;

Show some respect for his family.

The murderous beasts will never see

Beyond a prison’s walls again;

Don’t spread hate in the name of Lee.

Against an entire community,

His photograph is used in vain;

Show some respect for his family.

You’re tarnishing his memory;

And more division you’ll attain;

Don’t spread hate in the name of Lee.

His mother recently made a plea;

Your hurtful comments are a bane,

Show some respect for his family.

If all lives matter; as you tell to me,

And if you claim to be humane,

Don’t spread hate in the name of Lee;

Show some respect for his family.