Alive
Barely alive
Yet he was hanging on
With all the strength he could muster
They had tortured him for so many days
But he would not desert his God
He was buoyed by his faith
He was alive
Barely.
©Joe Wilson – Faith…2017
Month: Jan 2017
The brink…
Waking to the joyful sound of a morning bird
In our small quiet house near the green
I was reminded, just for a short while
Of those long ago halcyon days in between
When to feel what I feel would have been absurd.
That nations could tear each other apart
Would have been unthinkable, but then
Even the Cold War seemed peaceful compared
Though the Berlin Wall was a nightmare from when
But the tearing it down seemed a really good start.
And yet here we are some seventeen years in
To a century that is so filled with death
Twin towers fetched down that caused such loss
Continuous warring has taken life’s breath
While innocents are killed for others great sin.
When will enough death be enough death
Will mankind be slaughtered to extinction
Will we never realise the futility of war
If we did it would be our greatest distinction
Yet even now I wait and hold my breath.
©Joe Wilson – The brink…2017
Tales of life: Where now democracy…
Tales of life:
Where now democracy…
Running down the street, so fast, so quick
The feeling in his gut so painfully sick
Running from the firestorm once again
He rushes past bodies of many young men.
Children lie everywhere bloody and broken
Bombs, not people, have viciously spoken
And all to gain a small piece of ground
While innocent ones die without sound.
The feeling revolts him that he may be the cause
A media freelance who phones in the scores
The results are simple to calculate
Nobody wins in this war of hate.
Wives become widows with tear-stained faces
Husbands no longer sit down in their places
And children, now orphans will take up the gun
Is that what they really want for their son?
For civilisation may have finally gone
We’re all of us guilty, every one
The future looks bleak for children to come
Who don’t see a father, just a hard-working Mum.
Respect ever quicker is leeching away
For each human’s right to have their say
And democracy now serves the rich, not the poor
As freelance reporters still phone in the score.
©Joe Wilson – Where now democracy…2017
Tales of life: Old age confusion…
He potters about in his kitchen
Anything to try to keep warm
Outside the noise was incredible
From the howling of the wind in the storm.
He was running short of milk for his tea
And bread for his lunchtime today
But he had plenty more in the freezer
Yet in the freezer he thought it must stay.
For the freezer was out in the garage
Which meant venturing into the storm
And though it was chilled in the kitchen
Compared to outside it was warm.
So he reads and he writes to keep himself warm
And a thought just pops into his head
‘If I can race out with the key in my hand’
Then he goes back to reading instead.
And every so often he looks out that way
At the garage door just too far away
For the snow and the wind caused a blizzard
So he won’t get to try it today.
And then he had another thought
‘I’ll need milk and bread today’
So thus he opened the kitchen door
And went into the garage that way.
A single thought, a mind astray
Sometimes he gets so confused
The way through the kitchen had never occurred
Despite it’s the way that’s most used.
©Joe Wilson – Old age confusion…2017
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