As if the banshee wails,
Screams wasting energy.
Toking at the passion pump,
The saviour.
Rivers flow,
unknowing.
how long the pains shall onwards play.
Downwards descent,
And so,
The new born infant cries it's first,
the banshee wails again.
(C)LIVVI

The war.
It  came and went.
The youthfulness of innocence came.
None knew what it meant.
Mere children marched forwards into war.
Single boys to never love.
Single sons, one or two.
A thousand or more if only they knew.
Lost boys.
Missing men.
Never again, such sad refrain.
Respectively nodding to those of The Somme.
Europe in chaos.
Never again.
(C) LIVVI

Concealed sunshine hides her grief as clowns give up their smiles.
As children play with plastic buckets upon the sands of time.
While mothers cook meals that come from tins,
Tinned spuds, tinned corned beef, tinned pea and carrots.
Good grief.
(C) LIVVI

The shadows are falling.
As apocalyptic horsemen chance at invading sullen skies.
Murderous intent of mental men with mortal minds.
Chained onto saving grace.
Grace is sporting a smile across her pretty face.
She knows you know.
The trees are blowing in cold June winds.
The abomination of failing fast.
(C)LIVVI

Stupid chappie kicked his ball right on to the train lines
Despite our words of common sense he nipped onto the track.
Clenched my cheeks really tight,
Hopeful that I'll see tonight.
Luckily he made it back.
A second later.
The train's in sight.
He would have been squashed under the train.
We told him not to try it,
Three times or more we did.
He heeded not our good advice.
Is a cheap plastic football really worth a life.
Silly man, silly boy, life ended nearly for a toy.
He wasn't a child, an adult kid.
A total fool, lose your football on the tracks,
Retrieving it ain't cool.
****** idiot!
(c)LIVVI

The streets are paved with sorrow.
Raindrops, confusion.
All an illusion.
Knowing not what's going on.
Decision right?
Decision wrong?
Our tulips won't be Dutch.
Our sausages not German.
Pizzas purely English.
All sworn upon the crown.
We'll have to grow and make our own.
(C) LIVVI