Shuffled in
Moved like cattle
Numbers on the forehead
Making money off of death
Gotta keep it white
Like sanitary
To clean up all the *******

He stood in protest against the war
‘What the hell do we have children for?’
We love them, teach them of free will
Not bringing them up to maim and ****.

But politicians make their spin
And send our children off to win
Against an enemy of their creation
They put at risk our very nation.

He stood and argued long and hard
As they pushed him back yard by yard
Until one day the poor man died
And at his death a nation cried.

Yes, I remember Brian Haw
His ten year protest against all war
The shameful way they moved him on
It’s four silent years since he’s been gone.

©Joe Wilson – A tribute to Brian Haw – peace protester…2015

Do you know of
the nights when
I cried myself to sleep?
Alone. Empty. Helpless.
With you still in my mind,
stuck in my heart, that same spot,
(Bull's eye!)
refusing to go.

I hope you know,
but
you won't, for you
didn't care anyway,
but
maybe you did,
maybe you know,

Do you know of
how chests burn and
how hearts freeze?
Hot and cold I am
everyday.
Everyday since you
left.
Cold eyes, cold heart and that
empty space.
****** away my soul and
left me drowning
the very place we used to
say that this would last
forever and
ever.

I hope you know,
but
you won't, for you
didn't care anyway,

Do you know the

No you don't. For you
never cared.
Even though like
suit and tie we paired
you
never cared.

But I still
do, even when
you don't.

And so you shall
remain stuck at
that same spot
a year ago when you
left
without saying a word.
Forever and
ever, you shall
drown
within me.
And never get out,
forever and
ever.