Tuesday 28 August 2018

She Haunts Me

She Haunts Me
She haunts me in the dead of night
when all the world is sleeping,
the girl I found in Adder Wood
sat on a tree-stump, weeping.

Why do you cry my lovely one?
Who so deserves your pining,
when all the birds are on the wing
and summer sun is shining?

But oh the wars the bloody wars
to end all wars keep coming.
And still the blood, the precious blood,
the peoples’ blood is running.

I cry for my young soldier boy
who fell in foreign mountains
and yet the war-torn peoples’ tears
would fill the Roman fountains.

It's the wicked human failure
that fills my heart with sorrow
for my soldier and the people
who will never see tomorrow.

But oh the wars the bloody wars
to end all wars keep coming.
And still the blood, the precious blood,
the peoples’ blood is running.

Thursday 2 August 2018

Taj Mahal

Dawn_Taj_Mahal[2]

Taj Mahal

Taj Mahal is silent, blushing at the dawn
thin veneer of beauty heralding the morn.

Scorned and mutilated, living with the hounds,
chattel of the bad men by the palace grounds…
Never ending evil meets them off a train
buys them in a village then inflicts the pain.
“Amputate! Infect them! Smash an arm or leg!
Make them our possession only fit to beg.”

Taj Mahal is mystic, love song of a shah
music of a river echoing afar.

Gentle men and women viewing Mogul’s stones...
“Fountains of compassion, show them broken bones,
get the ragged army limping on parade
begging bowls a-banging, injuries displayed.”

Symbol of submission, baby at her feet
hasn’t got a pillow, sacking for a sheet...
Screaming and hysterics, battle for the prize,
quelling ranting mother, blinding baby’s eyes.

Taj Mahal is awesome, shimmering at night
Agra folk are sleeping, Milky Way glows bright...

Glorifying heaven, planets rove the skies.
Satan roams the shadows, mid the cripples’ cries.

Tajmahal Night[3]