My keyboard must be faulty it hasn’t typed a thing
Perhaps I should report it maybe give IT a ring.
My pen is not much better it too is on the blink
It only works for doodling, could it be the ink?
My phones not taking calls now but every time I look
The handsets always managed to fall off the flaming hook.
I tried to use my mobile but the battery has gone flat.
The chargers come unplugged again, I must look into that.
My laptops can’t do zoom calls as I’ve left it in the car.
I could go out and get it but my driveway is too far.
Last night my boss informed me he may have to let me go
Something about my output being really slow.
I think he may be looking me but I don’t give a toss.
For I’m full of self importance so it will be his loss.

You bask in the warmth of sickening riches, and it sickens me.
Oh I have no angst against wealth when earned honestly,
honourably and with toil, endeavour, and skill.
But wealth and fortune amassed and enjoyed in that warmth whilst others wilt, no.
Is not wealth at all.
The old, sick, unfortunate, and honest, shiver, starve and die when you could act.
Your fortunes earned when all around you, those that built your country,
that taught your children or cared for your family slowly succumb to the cold.
You, corporate killers and all the rest, enjoy that warmth for it is a sad warmth.

Your love was my armour,
Your kindness my sword.
Your heart was my compass,
Your smile I adored.
Though the battle fatigued me,
Your grace kept me alive.
Knowing you need me,
helped me survive.
Once broken near beaten,
I often would cry.
But you pieced me together.
You lifted me high.
I stand here a Soldier,
Who you have made whole.
To love you forever,
That is my goal.

Tell me how your day went, did it go just as you planned?
Did you get your filing sorted, is everything at hand?
Did you get your cup of coffee as you chatted to your staff,
Did the new guy on reception ***** up and make you laugh?
Me? Oh mine was busy, I watched a young boy die.
I worked so hard to save him, oh God really, I did try.
A disbelieving mother could not fathom what I said.
How hard it is to tell her that her loving son was dead.
Did you miss your boss’s deadline, is your laptop on the fritz
Is that guy from sales department getting on your ****?
Sometimes I’d gladly swap you, your chores for just a day
So I don’t see the things I see or the things I have to say.
I’m just your average copper, doing everything I can.
To help make sure you stay safe, and your days goes to your plan.
Me? I’m just expected to get on with what I do,
To be just fine when I knock off and put away the blue.
Tell me how your day went, did everything go fine?
Please give a thought to all of us as we walk that thin blue line.

I cannot hear the silence nor the deafening gales of war.
I cannot hear soft crying, or the shelling’s wailing roar.
I cannot see the dying, or the warriors strewn around.
Their uniforms and memories cast across the bloodied ground.
I cannot smell the wretchedness of dead and dying men.
Or sense the sickly smell of fear when “going over”, once again.
I cannot feel the coldness nor the damp beneath my feet.
Nor taste the bitter taste of blood in the summer's clawing heat.
My senses cannot tell me what those many men went through.
To grant the gift of freedom and peace to me and you.
Their senses fuelled their nightmares, and woken hours as well.
The first days full of eagerness, turning soon to hell.
Fathers, sons, and brothers left loved ones far away.
With cheery words and singing as they left and marched away.
No whistling now or cheering from those mouths that cannot sing.
Their kin back home familiar now with tears that eyes do sting.
Now it takes so very little to give thanks for such a lot.
For the only thing they asked us was, that we forget them not.

The worlds a mess I tell ya, It’s going down the drain.
Everything is crazy, everyone’s insane.
Women told their bodies aren’t theirs to make a choice.
And messed up politicians who won’t listen to our voice.
The planets close to dying there’s plastic in the seas.
Cruelty and hatred brings me to my knees.
Fools with guns and hate crimes, walking hand in hand.
Decent folk are petrified all across the land.
Now I don’t have the answers, I’ve only got my prayer.
That there are many more of us, those of us who care.

The coal black sky creeps slowly closer, the azure blue fleeing in its path.
Dark clouds, ominous almost overbearing, preparing their wrath.
I feel the sun on my face, defying the approaching storm.
I know when the rains come they will be warm.
Billowing clouds heavy with rain eat up the sky and soon all that was blue is surpassed.
The sun defeated, leaves taking with it all its shadows.
One by one the first spots fall, testing out the ground as if they were the storms spearheading ants.
Their message got back and with thunderous noise the colony arrives en masse.
Soon the torrents overpowers the sun-baked hardened ground.
Black as night and full of noise, like gods demanding attention, I fear they could touch me.
Oh quickly pass, this murderous rain, I crave the suns intervention.