Those out there who wish to die,
To meet your imaginary friend in the sky,
Please think about the deed you plan,
To **** and maim your fellow man,
And ask why it is that it falls to you,
To see this 'holy' mission through?
When those who trained you, and conceived the story,
Of heavenly virgins, and martyrdom's glory,
Will all remain here both feet on Earth's ground,
Why is it that they never got around,
To strapping on the explosive belt,
How come that they have never felt,
Such powerful urges to be the one,
To go to the market with the bomb strapped on?
Is it perhaps that these older men know,
That there's nowhere after the explosives blow?
And the reason that they've brainwashed you,
Is that you'll do the deed that they'd never do!
It is a fact through man's history,
There is absolutely no mystery,
That when it comes to starting wars,
Those scheming ones who are the cause,
The ones who love the sound of the sabre's rattle
They never turn out on the field of battle.

Tom Higgins

All aboard this ship of fools,
all aboard she's sailing,
all aboard this ship of fools,
for we are going a' whaling.

From the harbour our course we keep,
for the distant Antarctic water,
to find the leviathans of the deep,
and begin our ****** slaughter.

All aboard this ship of fools,
all aboard she's sailing,
all aboard this ship of fools,
for we are going a' whaling.

We say there is a scientific need,
to study these magnificent beings
we harpoon them, and watch them bleed,
as before our ship they're fleeing.

All aboard this ship of fools,
all aboard she's sailing,
all aboard this ship of fools,
for we are going a' whaling.

And still our leaders, they entreat
that we do this for the good of science,
but really it is for their meat,
that we **** these gentle giants

All aboard this ship of fools,
all aboard she's sailing,
all aboard this ship of fools,
for we are going a' whaling.

Tom Higgins.

Shut up yer little ******* don't you cry,
Get to your cupboard and don't make a sound
Or you will get another black eye,
When my latest boyfriend comes around.

We'll tell the do gooders you had a fall
And it happened oh so fast
That we could do nothing to help at all
Just like the first and the last

Time you got a black eye or burst lip
And all the other times in between,
We always tell them you had a trip,
That no other witness has seen.

Oh I wish that whatisname was back
He's promised me such a good time
I wish he'd hurry up 'cos I like the crack,
That he brings from his partners in crime.

Oh here he comes my favourite man
Who provides for my desperate need,
He takes all my money so I can
My habit, but never you feed.

But this time he brings Charlie along,
And Charlie makes me forget all my cares
And when I wake up after Charlie has gone,
That's when I find you've fallen downstairs,

But this time it is much worse than before
This time you do not respond at all
To any of the smacking, shaking and more,
This was a fatal fall.

So now we have to sit down and fabricate
Our story about what has transpired,
Exact copies we must be able to state
Word for word as to how you expired.

Tom Higgins 10/05/2014

The cowards came in the night
All were heavily armed,
To ****** and burn and kidnap,
But not one of them was harmed.

They always make sure their victim
Has no means of self defence
That is how they operate
And to them its just common sense.

Why would they pick on someone
Who is able to easily fight back
Because they are armed and trained
To beat them if they dared attack?

No, not for them the hard fight
With men who are trained to ****,
They prefer to attack little girls
And take them against their will.

So these hard men of the group
Which calls itself Boko Haram
Tell me in what do you really believe,
Because your actions are not of Islam.

Tom Higgins 14/05/2014

Closely, closely, listen, hear
The whispers on the wind
As they blow gently near.
Don't be distracted by
The multiple attractions
Which catch the eye.
Close your eyes tight
And breathe in deeply
And you just might
Hear what the whispers say
To help you find a sense of peace
On another frantic, "modern" day.

Tom Higgins 14/05/2014

Little Sammy was a baby seal
And early in his life he got to feel
A baseball bat upon his head
Which left him all ****** and dead
Then they skinned him on the ice,
And I know this poem is not nice,
But this is the reality for a baby seal
As spoiled rich people like the feel
Of his baby soft fur which they wear
Because selfish spoiled people just don't care
They do not care as they buy ivory
They do not care for her orphaned baby
They do not care as they buy rhinocerous horn
They do not care for her calf unborn
They do not care as they buy tiger skins
They do not care that she just had twins
They do not care as they buy gorilla parts
They seem devoid of those things called hearts,
They do not care as a snow leopard dies
To satisfy the craving of their greedy eyes,
They do not care as long as they get
Whatever they have not got as yet,
They do not care that in very short time
Their funding of this heinous crime
Will lead to the total extinction of
Most of the animals named above,
And these are the most endangered few
There are so many more that this ignorant crew
Are determined to make it a certainty
That they disappear for eternity.

Tom Higgins 25/05/2014

Once upon a time I saw a poster
Of a general pointing straight at me
And the words below shouted out
That a soldier I should be.

Yes a soldier now that was a thought
I'd never had before
I didn't fight, I'd never fought
Never mind being in a war.

But like myself, millions of others
Decided to heed the call
And despite the tears of our mothers
We trooped off all proud and tall

Together as mates from our towns
All over these sceptred isles
We left young and happy, but soon frowns
Replaced our unknowing smiles.

In the trenches, the filth, the blood,
The stench of death all around
Half of my mates already gone for good
Shredded and churned into the ground.

This was not how we expected it to be
When we all joined up to fight the ***
We thought we would all soon see
Home again after having a bit of fun.

But fun, we soon learned has no place
On these killing fields of France,
The games played here all have their base
In death's macabre dance.

And in the morning at the rising sun
Once more we go over the top
To face bullets from the machine gun
That are relentless and never stop.

The bullets that cut down men
Like the scythes that cut the corn
But they keep sending us again and again
I now wish I'd never been born.

I wish I'd never been born to see
The terrible things I've seen and done
I wish I'd never been born to be
Sent here to have some fun.

"You'll all be home for Christmas,"
The recruiting sergeant said.
And two years later here we are
With most of us already dead.

Victims of the bullet, the gas,
The bayonet, shell, and bomb
And at dawn we once again will mass,
To attack the enemy on the Somme.

Tom Higgins 13/11/2013