The Refugee’ Prayer

Time is of the essence

At least that’s what they say

The past is soon what’s present

And today soon yesterday.

But what about tomorrow,?

What does the future hold?

More pain and more sorrow?

It makes my blood run cold.

I’d like to have a future

Which is clear and oh so bright;

I’d like to have a future,

Where I can sleep at night.

 

Keeping up Appearances

Looks can be deceptive,

Some you try to hide,

But no matter what you do,

You can’t change what’s inside.

 

Time Out

The pace of life is nice and slow,

As on past ducks and swans we go,

Through swing bridges and down through locks.

No worries here – No need for clocks!

A flash back to the days of old,

When people worked in rain and cold,

To bring the coal from out the pits

To industry and steam powered ships.

When horses towed the goods along,

(No engine sound, just bargee’s song),

Until the train and motorway,

Deemed the canal had had its day.

But now the boats are used again,

Not much in snow and less in rain:

They take a diff’rent cargo now

And no one stops to wonder how

The locks were built – Who lost their lives,

In this our peaceful countryside.

Instead we come from miles around,

For all the sights, the smells, the sounds,

Forgetting all our woe and strife,

Relaxing from our hectic life.

Stood at the helm, with cup of tea –

Who the hell needs technology!

 

The “Sub”

When you’re sitting there having a poo

Remember others have to use the loo

So when you’ve finished, pull the chain

And when it’s flushed, look again:

If a “sub” lurks in the bowl,

Have a heart and have a soul:

Don’t leave it there, for others to see,

Flush again, it’s so easy.

Then start again, from line four,

Until the “sub” lurks there no more.

 

 Life is but a Curry

We are but grains of rice

On the curry plate of life.

A tiny heart – A tiny soul –

A fragment making up the whole.

 

Our World!?

What sort of world do we live in?

I’d really like to know,

When people won’t wait for a minute,

At a junction to let you go.

What sort of world do we live in?

When people sleep rough on the streets -

Hold out their hand for some money,

So they can get something to eat.

What sort of world do we live in?

When people are fighting for land,

Raping and killing each other,

I really don’t understand.

The world itself is amazing -

A perfect work of art,

But what sort of world do we live in,

When people want to blow it apart?

 

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