The Caring Society

Looking back I see a time when people just did what they did
They didn’t need or get a special award for doing it
They just set to and got on with the task  –  that was how things were
The media focuses on the bad and the rest has become a blur.

Today I heard of yet another such award, this time in mental health
The award will be given to those who work very hard…doing their job
I refer you back to my first two lines, for that is how it was
People never needed recognition to care for someone else.

But truth is it’s not the people who day by day work so hard
It’s the heads of these services and government who cover it up so well
The failings in their decisions that create a kind of hell
For the unfortunate ones in difficulty   –   and the carers who just daren’t tell.

©JRW2014

Mercy Street 2

How do you live on almost nothing
Can you ever make nothing go round
The seeds of despair
– hopeless – unfair
They drive you into the ground.

There are those who work hard
– they do what they can
They stand and are counted and stay true
They help, give advice and they never ever judge
They’re there every day, and there spirit doesn’t budge.

They don’t get paid, oh God, Good God no!
They’re there because that’s what they do
’cause when no-one else cares about what’s going on
They find that they don’t have a choice
Being the conduit for the proud and the poor
In a way it allows them a voice.

Is it you? Is it me? Who is doing enough?
Can we answer this question in truth?
There’s folks dying in pain
– on the streets where we live
We can no longer remain so aloof.

He never mastered the art of begging
In a previous life he’d have mocked
At his feeble attempts to get tourists to part
With a penny or two for some bread or a tart.

But after the shame and the breakdown
Near an archway with others like him
He found that he had no more ego
Nor well fitted suits to make him look slim

He lived from a moment to the next one
He ate when he could or just slept
And at night he tried not to remember
In his solitude he silently wept.

We’re not really a caring society
We spend more on fighting than care
It will never ever get any better
Not enough of us behave at all fair.

For there are those who will feast at the table
Throwing only bare scraps to those less able
Misery will increase – the poor get disease
While the rich and empowered stand at ease.

©JRW2014

If You Go Down To The Woods

If you go down to the woods today
– the rhyme is known to us all
– but one thing that some aren’t aware of
– is the problems for trees that befall.

The Elm we’re aware of
– Ash dieback too
– but the Juniper suffers as well
– Hornbeam’s at risk
– the Dawn Redwood too
– while Black Poplars ride the buffers to Hell.

As mankind rapes the land of our forebears
– we forget that our children have a need
– and stripping the world of the forests
– affects how our offspring will feed
– We are only caretakers of this place
– we look after for those who will follow
– the sounds of the chain-saws as they cut out the heart
– makes promises seem all too hollow.

©JRW2014

War and Death and Greed

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

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

Christmas on Mercy Street

Christmas comes but once a year, we rush, we spend, we buy
Ignoring the hands reaching up from the pavements
Of the homeless, forgotten ones who cry.

We try not to see them, embarrassed by their plight
It’s not familiar to us, and feels an unpleasant sight.
But we’re alright, we’ll have a bed tonight, while they
May sleep beneath the very cardboard that held the gifts we carry home.

Spare a thought, spare a nice thought, it could be you, or me
You never hear the tide change, it just sweeps it all away
And being not as young any more, it’s hard to find your way
You find yourself on Mercy Street, where even a pair of boots
Become a treasured possession, and you’ll fight to keep them.

But two things above all others are the most prized possessions of all
Pride and Dignity, taken for granted in the world of have
But upon entering Mercy Street, they fly away never to be regained
And they leave the heart forever pained.

©JRW2013

The Lonely Man

He sat there lonely, very sad

Redundancy was very bad

You’re too old at forty-eight

Go and sit, and wait – and wait.

And after he had sat and waited

Pride had gone, he felt deflated

No one would ask him

No one would care

Who’d want to know

Why he was sat there!

And thus he sat as he was told

On old park benches, tired and cold

Until one day he simply died

Nobody missed him, nobody cried.

He was far too young at fifty-seven

To leave his bench and find his Heaven.

RIP

But, no one had asked him

No one had cared

His dignity gone

He’d completely despaired.

Vile Headaches Affect Everything

I sit, I listen, I think…I stop

and then it happens.

A thought, as a whisper from some distant place

swoops in for me to ponder…and all too soon, leaves

and I can’t recall it’s essence.

 

This will get worse – I fear for my mind

as life is never overly kind. I try to keep my thoughts in order as I

keep other parts of my life. I must remember to keep my hands strong

for when I’m hanging on the ledge of my sanity. Don’t give up! Don’t give up!

Death by the Gun

More news is coming in all the time about the harrowing aftermath of the massacre in Newtown, Connecticut, and it’s hard to imagine that someone would come out and state that ‘the only answer to a bad man with a gun’ is a good man with a gun’. That however, is what the President of the NRA propounds. Not only that, he believes that every school on America should have an armed security presence. Irresponsibility comes in many forms it seems.

I have to admit that I was always a big fan of the film ‘The Big Country’. Funnily enough it’s two main male stars were diametrically opposed to each other when it came to many things, but firearms in particular. Well, we know that Charlton Heston was the President of the NRA and we all know his position concerning the bearing of  firearms. I do hope the rifle has been taken from his ‘cold dead hand’ by now. Gregory Peck did not like guns and sat on Handgun Control Inc. with others. In the film, at the dead of night when nobody is watching, the two men have a fight. They beat each other till neither can stand, though I favour Gregory Peck’s character could have gone on. Peck then says, “ Now, tell me. What did we prove?” What he proved was that more American citizens should have listened to a member of an anti-handgun campaigning group than listen to leaders of the NRA. The only people profiting from the sale of all these guns are the manufacturers of them.

In light of the fact that approximately 30,000 people die from gun violence a year in America, and not withstanding that that is over 6 times more than have been lost in the Middle East in the line of duty since 2003 (4300), and further taking note of the fact that there actually was an armed presence at Columbine when that massacre took place, I rather hoped that right thinking Americans would finally realise that in the 21st century there shouldn’t be a need for people to go armed during the normal course of their lives in a civilian environment. However, we hear that more and more weapons are being sold in case there is an embargo on weapon sales, and not only that, body armour for children is fast becoming necessary school wear. The insistence on the right to bear arms is creating a nightmare from which only further harm is guaranteed. Perhaps a little more attention needs to be paid to children’s right to have a life without the fear that always accompanies firearm misuse.

Wanton Slaughter

I woke up to the terrible news coming in from America last Friday, and no doubt,like every other right thinking person around the world, I was left reeling from the horror of it all. I’ve had the extreme good fortune to have had two very well balanced, intelligent, and attractive children. They in their turn have both married and set out on their own journeys through life’s many twists and turns.

My son chose a life in New Zealand where he had met and fallen in love with a lovely woman who already had a son. He is now my son’s son too. My wife and I love them all and visit them as often as we can.

My daughter lives and works in London with her husband, and has had two fabulous children. My wife and I have two wonderful grandchildren. We love them all too and see them often.

The horror of last Friday drove home to me, and no doubt many other people, how important life is, and how precious our family is. We’re fortunate in the United Kingdom in that guns don’t play a part in everyday life. There are of course occasional incidents of brutality where guns play a part, but thankfully they are few. We really do need to make sure that we never give in to the suggestions that crop up from time to time that our police should be armed. Were that to happen, I’m convinced that criminals would see it as a necessity to arm themselves too.  I believe that the massacre in Newtown, Connecticut proves that the complete absence of guns could only be a good thing. Whilst that of course, is not really achievable, keeping the access to them at a minimum is the next best thing. we can only hope that Americans will realise this too and support President Obama’s efforts to reach such a goal in the United States.