behind the line

Just how far back do you have to be?

To concentrate on strategy

How far behind, in your bunker so deep

Do you make daft plans while half-asleep

Peace time generals that never fought

At the rank that privilege bought

Dispatch young men not asking why

To do their duty, to live or die

You care not if the plans go wrong

With your knighthood and shiny gong

How can you stand as liberty’s shield

You student of Eton’s cricket field

not talking

You never talk to me she said
He never said a word
There is no communication thread
He said she was absurd
Like talking to a brick wall
She would get more sense
Resorting to a screaming brawl
He countenance so tense
He worries but must concentrate
All his finances broken down
He needs more time to demonstrate
The future is still sound

Loneliness has lost its fear
So where will they go from here?

age of snow

The snow flakes are falling softly

Drifting down on still air

Covering traces of the past

Which you are not aware

The future has no guiding path

The past is so obscure

Each day the snow falls much thicker

Science has found no cure

Strange faces come closer smiling

Some one that you should know

Show you photographs and trinkets

Buried beneath the snow

The days are growing much darker

The snow is brilliant white

Earthy life fatigues the body

As does the will to fight