freedom to be ill

China lacking freedom

builds hospitals at will

locking down all movement

and treat every one that's ill

America the land of the free

greed and money they applaud

have sick with out medical care

for which they can afford

so sick people roam the streets

mingling with the crowd

expressing the worth of freedom

but there's no freedom in a shroud

grave stone

Looking at the grave stone
the inscriptions intrigue me
thirty years between him and her
in misery or free?


Did they disturb the bones?
or place them side by side
was there a loving embrace
that in life was denied


did the spirits whisper
why did you wait so long
did you suffer greatly
to get where you belong

the carving of the headstone
so intricate and neat
of those forgotten corpses
that lay beneath my feet

guardians of the mind

You should be more grateful

to those guardians maligned

that hide all those memories

to protect your mind

the sexual exploitation

violence you can't recall

abuse done by institutions

like Stowlangtoft hall

they hide away the memories

and protect them like a bank

in the recesses of the mind

your synapses draw a blank

a curse on all hypnotists

and talking therapy

that can not cure the pain

but let your demons free

with their interfering

trying to make it right

you relive the terrors

with flash backs in the night

more vivid than dreaming

the memories you recall

you get the taste the smell and fear

you relive it all

so treat them to opioids

if you think you must

don't try to get around them

they're hiding your disgust

wetting the bed

Suffer little children

have mercy on them all

chanted the nuns in sacred prayer

of Srtowlangtoft hall

for the damage boys and orphans

on Saturday will get a treat

the nuns will get their bacon

and boys will get other meat

the game is called hide and seek

for Hershy bars and gum

the airmen call them special

and treat them like they're scum

they touch the thighs and stroke the hair

and slap them if you cried

they take their hand to the trouser bulge

and told to feel inside

they hold the face in two strong hands

and thumbs open up the jaw

because they are a special one

so often said before

the mouth used so rough and cruel

more satisfaction sought

removal of the shorts and pants

for all the gifts they bought

because they are a special one

his pleasure they have found

they never screamed or called for help

they never made a sound

if they screamed or or tried to fight

more punishment they would endure

a blind eye given is by the nuns

so the soul remains clean and pure

the pillows are wet from small boy tears

when they lay their head

they'll be punishment in the morning

because they wet their bed

pray for good weather

in the southern bible belt
the congregation kneel to pray
that God would sent some decent weather
on their special day

for they have had tornado's
strong winds and hurricane
they had to deal with the floods
caused by all the rain

now the land is parched
it being the longest drought
so they think it's about time
God sorted the weather out

Gods messenger heard their prayers
and to this day he doesn't know why
to these fecking eejits
he gave a swift reply

God has given you a brain
and language that you can tell
tools for you to drill and dig
to get water from a well

you have solar panels
for when the weather is fine
and when the wind begins to blow
you have a wind turbine

for all the rain that you have
you have a water wheel
you could have boundless energy
so why do you pray and kneel

if you have too much water
you could move it with a pump
there are many at hand solution
but you pray and vote for Trump

compassion in farming

In days of old we would see

Land produce for all our needs

Gave us food pesticide free

With chafe and stalk for animal feed

Hedgerows gone, fields drained

Loans for land improvement

Animals in cages contained

Farrowing crates with little movement

Now a movement has gained ground

Bring compassion back to farming

Then a price increase it was found

Which consumers found alarming

Import cheap food the people cry

Because it’s cheap, you ask not why

motherland

the generals are prepared for war
with troops at their command
to fight for honour and for glory
for the sacred motherland
with speeches of sacrifice
and dying where you stand

in the land of ancient cities
with park spaces planned
a testament of what can be done
with natures crude wasteland
broad vistas and towering office blocks
of marble and red sand

all gone in modern warfare
with a red button to command
intense heat and blinding light
make glass of brick and sand
with tit for tat explosions
the planet can not withstand

the grave digger

In the pub warm and snug

Drunk on too much beer

They listen to the ghostly tales

Popular this time of year

As the pub lights grow dim

The whispering story enfolds

About the old grave digger

Whose body now lies cold

.

His body it was found last week

And what a terrible sight

There was a line across his neck

But he had died of fright

Around his neck some finger marks

His chest was laid bare

Lying on his dishevelled bed

With bulging eyes that stare

.

Load of trash the young man said

A stranger to the town

You wouldn’t stay in his old house

The challenge was put down

A bet I hear the young man said

A wager it would be

To spend a night in the old house

And the horrors he will see

.

Into the house the young man went

At the ending of the day

The door behind him was locked

And the town folk walked away

The wood was damp no fire glowed

The room was cold and chill

Sitting in the rocking chair

The bed would make him ill

.

He soon dropped off to sleep

In the rocking chair creaking

Then came the loud strange noise

Between a scream and speaking

On the bed he was transfixed

It seemed to beckon him

As if the horrors of the night

Were about and closing in

.

On the bed he saw a shape

It took on human form

Walking to the bedside glow

That was getting warm

A hand shot up around his throat

And dragged him on the bed

He was struggling for his life

With something far from dead

.

Around the neck of this fiend

Of murderous incline

There was a stone on string

He grabbed and made a line

Twisting pulling at the string

The demon began to choke

He felt he was winning

And then the string broke

.

Grabbing hands on the throats

In unison they went

Who would be the survivor?

Of this ghostly torment

The hands upon the young mans throat

Eased and he broke free

As he collapsed upon the bed

In survival ecstasy

.

The morning bright and early

The town folk did return

To see if the young man had fled

And the wager they would earn

They found the man lying

Face down upon the bed

Sobbing so incoherent

Not sure what he said

.

Who was the old gravedigger?

Describe how he appeared

A man showed him a photograph

He had seen before he feared

The young man took his wager

As the experience did unravel

Cursing all the demons

Playing with time travel