The past has not passed;
With present danger does it lurk.
Tag: Poems
Pure White House
Heathens all, whose skin is browned;
Children, caged, won’t make a sound.
No. 1 Son
Hard to describe
When you’re five; with nothing at stake.
Blame Game
Hold up a mirror,
Question your stance
WanderLost
Settle for nothing
Until someone listens.
Driftwood
On this knife edge
I’m nurtured
Grief Lightning
Grief strikes without mercy
Smoking Kills
Smoking causes strokes and disability,
Like half the pills you dish out willingly.
Fleshmarket
Market your misery,
Profit from pain.
disCharity
‘Donate and save lives’ our celebrities say;
Utter contempt on sickening display.