Need to acquire might
often prelude to a fight
not upholding Right

When we scorn, we lose
Walk a mile in others shoes
Don’t judge, let them choose

I remember a biblical and doomed August;
Long frenzied days of fire and drought.
Then vast plagues of ladybirds, swarming,

Whilst we idled on holiday, descending
Starved upon sleepy Lincoln seaside towns,
Upon that squealing spinster in Skegness

Rash in her bright sunflower yellow dress;
To see crazed arms slap at infested space,
Bolting like swine through Gerasene tombs.

Safe indoors, we scoffed tepid ice cream,
Spying red faced men wander dazed
A lorn North Parade, to sweep, to shovel,

Lampooning accent
Less important than intent
And right to dissent

There will be no faith
for those that enter here
No one wants to watch you
make a fool of yourself
Cerebral assassins will hunt you down
for being one step away
from being an imbecile
There is no truth except theirs
And they will not tolerate
any deviation from
their perception of it
So, stay in the shadows
and do not reveal yourselves
or you may be next
to be skewered and roasted
over the fires of zealotry

We thought of revolution
we dreamt of transformation
we thumb printed upheaval
suddenly here comes a knock-
on our heads unexpectedly.

they call it change though
it's a chain at the opposite
change you said begins with me,
what happens to you?
if all eyes can see the
same fact justice shall reign.

Mindful empathy
Extraneous apathy
Comes telepathy

Midnight, sharp, frigid air,
walking a forest path to watch stars stellar,
with time out of mind,
making a path for others to find,
with crunching snow under his boots,
crunching fallen Mountain Ash fruits,
unfamiliar terrain he came across,
he took a spill and was tossed,
down a steep slope into a ravine,
a part he had never seen,
with a twisted ankle and bruised knees,
he cursed himself he wasn't pleased,
his bad judgment,
placed him in a predicament,
he couldn't retrace his new made path,

Language of discourse
Denigratory and coarse
Lowering mores

It flows like a river
Which flooded many kinds
It conceives confusion
Though all were aware
The joy and happiness we had
But the smoke of hardship
And the dust of poverty overwhelm.

The Beginning of a new dawn
The sunrises with hope
For better sight and good Vision
For a fresh struggle and hustle
We are all concerned
The time must be our partner
When the year is still an infant
Never lose hope.