Month: Jan 2014

War and Death and Greed

On By jovisgoesIn Poetry, Point of ViewLeave a comment

War is a cash-cow, there will always be war
– and people will die in the bloodlust and gore
But those who decide on such things never go
– to the battlefront, armed, and frightened of foe
For they’re in their offices making decisions
– as the blades cut the air and men die from incisions.

War is foolish and madness, obscene and absurd
– differences need solving not by bullets, but with words
Sitting round the table for as long as it takes
– and negotiating wisely, no foolish mistakes
But as long as some profit from other people’s death
– they’ll make more blooded money till their own dying breath.

Can we afford to continue to fight in this battle
– racing to slaughter each other like cattle
We cannot keep falling out with our neighbours
– death can’t be the only reward for our labours
Man seems to have battled for two thousand years
– and innocent lives get drowned in the tears.

Stop now…stop now, before it’s too late
– destroying each other leaves the planet to fate
The hatred that spreads through the ill chosen word
– we need to address this, surely peace is preferred
The world needs to stop fighting, we have to do better
– to put an end for the need for the widow’s sad letter.

©JRW2014

New Year Thoughts

On By jovisgoesIn Poetry, Point of ViewLeave a comment

There’s a horror that Gaia feels deep in the ground
That her riches and goodness are ill spread around
The wars that are fought over her bounty are many
The haves having plenty, the have-nots not any
There’s enough to go round if we tried more to share
We’d all gain much more as it feels good to care.

Perhaps resolve this year to say hi to your neighbour
And accept a nice smile as reward for your labour
…and that which we have, but don’t need, we could offer
………..to those much less lucky with no bountiful coffer.
©JRW2014

For The Little Ones

On By jovisgoesIn Children's, Family, Fun, PoetryLeave a comment

If they stop and they listen
They can hear a small sound
But they have to listen closely
With their ears to the ground.

The sound that they hear is the ring of a bell
But only a young child is able to tell.

For as adults we’ve forgotten, we can’t hear the bell
Lost innocence from growing up drowns out the knell.

But innocence in children is a wonder and a bliss
And the ring of that bell we don’t want them to miss.

So when you see you a child with their ear to the ground
Chances are that they’re hearing that sweet ringing sound.

©JRW2014