Shots were shot inside your walls
by hands too hot to stop the fall
of bodies, wretched and angelic,
hanged and carefully laid upon your plains.

Deeds were done in the redbrick corners of your streets. Only mourners then remained in the memories of pain, and the folklore fear born by your command still stands to stain your hands.

Shots were shot to echo through the mountains. My idea of a summer death was real and, Alas, the trusting eyes of childish lies felt space-time tear and turned themselves to glass.

I cleaned my childhood home in honey light - a flight away from you, through pain. I fight your urge to overpower money and stand tall,
crouching low to scrub the stone floor of many childhoods' home.

My ears no longer scream in pain of nightmare visions, still seeing the shots you fired. Seeing your fire no more, I long for lore and love of mice. This year I'm under watercolour skies and listening to stories of light and newborn lies.

Stop! We need a second referendum!

Education on the topic was poor!

Quick! Introduce another addendum!

People don’t know what they were voting for!



What? You’re speaking a load of nonsense.

Anybody with eyes and ears would know,

The media bombardment was constant -

Yet the resounding answer was ‘Let’s go!’



You can’t proceed! The public are conflicted!

I beg to differ, you see I believe -

Any lack of knowledge is self-inflicted,

**** it up will you, we just want to leave!



Alas! It’s not possible you see,

Because the vote didn’t go our way.

Quiet! We’ll have vote number two, or three,

Until it says what we want it to say!



Remainers unite, let’s show them we’ll stay!

Disregard their uneducated opinion!

Brexiteers resist, come what may!

Stand and rebel against their dominion!



Who will win in this pre-planned battle?

Or is it an impasse-perpetual?

Neither side will win as we’re all cattle

Cannon fodder, for the great eventual.

Copyright © 2019 SabreLi

This one sided love is making us crazy
Forcing us endlessly to drive in circles
Like two starving vultures spotting carrion
It wears on me so
I’m dizzy and tired… please just let me sleep

the ocean is red
red for the war,
red for the rage,
red for the passion,
red for the bloodshed, killing and death that comes with the conflict.

the trees are yellow
yellow for the decay,
yellow for greed,
yellow for sickness,
yellow for the colour of the metal found in the earth with worth more than anything else.

the sky is gray
gray for the smoke,
gray for the dullness,
gray for the restlessness,
gray for the colour of the snow that falls from the sky, riddled with toxic chemicals.

Is energetic
Is visceral
Is existential
But no more pleasing to the eye
Than an eye that can see

don't get on my nerves
kiddo it
ain't your mother's
fault that you're
a sucker

daddys come like
torpedos
daddys are
torpedos

who are you though?

no sweet toddler
no child
no youngster

i don't give a **** about
you

i am your daddy kiddo
i am a torpedo kiddo

don't gimme that family
*******
you ain't nothing but a
kiddo

fortyfive year old
hangaround
deadbeat
***
leech

you're the harmless
version
toothless dracula

couldn't care less
about you

Can they see the bloodshed that left them all dead
Wars that have given us all multiple tours
The enemies that were spying
As loved ones were crying
The bullets were flying
We tried fortifying
The war was horrifying
Our sanity was denying
This inhumanity was multiplying
Those scared wanted to flee
War just couldn't let us be
I wanted to end this killing spree
To stop the ashes forming around me
If only they can see how this war has changed me.

What has become of my heart
This constant flow of love and hate
Salt water and fresh spewing forth

I love you deeply but I hate you
I crave you madly but your touch repulses
I need you with me but I have to run away

How long can I pull myself both directions
One side must win but I don’t know how
We have divided me