'O Jesus Christ! I'm hit,' he said; and died.
Whether he vainly cursed, or prayed indeed,
The Bullets chirped - In vain! vain! vain!
Machine-guns chuckled, - Tut-tut! Tut-tut!
And the Big Gun guffawed.


Another sighed, - 'O Mother, mother! Dad!'
Then smiled, at nothing, childlike, being dead.
       And the lofty Shrapnel-cloud
       Leisurely gestured, - Fool!
       And the falling splinters tittered.


'My Love!' one moaned. Love-languid seemed his mood,
Till, slowly lowered, his whole face kissed the mud.
       And the Bayonets' long teeth grinned;
       Rabbles of Shells hooted and groaned;
       And the Gas hissed.

He sat in faded dungarees
Old slouch hat on balding head
Said "write the words for me boy
There's words that must be said"
I did my time and paid the price
For a drug filled violent youth
I thought I was the main man
And had a role to keep
You know what I mean
Anyway son I pulled a gun and shot him in the head
Then laughed at his crying wife and kids
As he took his last dying breath
I walked away without a second glance
After all he should have shown respect
Respect! Yeah I was the main man on the street

Anyway for thirty years I pondered what I'd done
Eventually came to realize
Only notoriety comes from the barrel of a gun
Inside I was nothing
All ill gained fame was gone
Now just a number wearing leg irons
Cutting weeds beneath the sun

Tell them for me boy
That it just ain't worth the cost
Write the words I tell you
Get the message out there
Before more young boys are lost

Somewhere out there over the seas lives a child with attitude.
Bad attitude, born of ignorance.
In sadness and sorrow he stole their tomorrows.
These souls weren't lost for they had faith.
May the lord save them.
Take their hands and lead them home.
It is a tragedy.
Tragedy of a broken mind.
A lonely soul without a soul.
He will live in the shadow of darkness.
Before death will steal him away.
I am but a spiritual soul, a non believer, but in my heart I feel the forgiveness from those he set apart.
We are not born racist.
Love brothers and sisters as humans.
(c)Livvi MMXV

It is the evening of a day that several hours ago was born.
Created in the very image of yesterday.
Today, life turned another page.
Thursday what was it for?
There was no labour for me today.
Well there was by choice.
Not for money but, for the sense of achievement.
In the heat of the sun shining high in the sky I picked up some shears and created beauty.
Said goodbye to briars and brambles.
Okay no topiary here.
What seemed a million brambles were raised unto the ground.
Beauty was indeed created, for now I see the ground.
I found space once forgotten.
Still more to do.
Lawn mower I'm using you.
Probably abusing you.
No choice I'm afraid.

As long as perchance the weather hangs fine.
My washing blowing on the line.
My grass will be defeated.
Maybe even sweet.
If I can survive with sneezing.
My garden shall look more pleasing.
(c)LIVVI MMCV