I am big and strong, you are weak,
I’ll make you turn the other cheek,
And if you say one word I will ensure
That the misery you now endure
Will be as nothing to that which will ensue
If you don’t do what I tell you to.
I have the god given right to tread on the weak
For I have found him who you all still seek.
He is the god of the powerful and rich,
He is our exclusive, almighty sonofabitch,
He does not want anything to do with any one of you,
He is our god alone, and he commands us to,
Maintain all power in the hands of a tiny few,
Because god does not want the unwashed many,
To have access to a single extra penny,
No, all the wealth of the world belongs to us,
This is the way it is now, and it always was.

Tom Higgins

The Mindless Blindness.

Only in the minds of men do the imaginary gods dwell,
And only in the minds of men is there a capacity to create Hell.
Only in the minds of men is there a belief in fate
And only in the minds of men is the capacity for hate.
Only in the minds of men is there avarice and greed,
And only in the minds of men does desire overrule need.
Only in the minds of men is there the great ability to change
And only in the minds of men are the abstract and the strange.
Only in the minds of men is the yearning for love and peace,
And only in the minds of men is there a blessed release.
Only in the minds of men is mass destruction oft at hand
And only by the minds of men is total destruction planned.

Tom Higgins 24/05/2014

If you give a man a fish,
He will feed his family for a day,
But if you teach him how to fish
He will feed his family until the day
The fish have all been spirited away
By the massive fleets he can see
On the horizon of his country's sea,
And now his family's nutritional need
That up to now he could feed
Has been overridden by corporate greed.
Then the nations whose fishing fleets
Take away the fish he eats
All become very irate
When he's forced to be a pirate.

Tom Higgins 23/05/2014

It’s a long, long road
When you’re the only one on it.
It’s a long, long way
To travel all alone.

It’s a long, long road
When there’s no one to walk with.
And it’s a long, long time
To have to travel on your own.

It’s a long, long journey
To your final destination
It’s a long sad life
Without someone there to share.

It’s a long, long face
Without a smile upon it.
It’s a long lonely life
If there’s no one there to care.

Yes it’s a long, long life
Too long to live it lonely.
It’s a long empty life
Without someone’s love to keep.

It’s a long, long life
Without someone there beside you.
All those long, endless nights
All alone and trying to sleep.

So put a smile on your face
As you set off on life’s highway.
Keep a smile on your face
As you travel down the road.

‘Cos with a smile on your face
Friends will always find you,
And you can walk together
And share life’s heavy load.

Tom Higgins

There is a road to nowhere
To a place called Oblivion
It's the opposite road to Somewhere
Yet many before have gone,
And followed that road to nowhere
Without ever looking back
They just kept heading on down there
Along hoplessness's track.
And when they arrived in Oblivion
They never ever came to know
That if they'd chosen the road to Somewhere
It was a much better place to go.


Tom Higgins 25/05/2014

The clever magician will have us believe,
that he keeps nothing up his sleeve,
that none of what he does is tricks,
that all of it is a pure mix,
of miracles that he creates,
and from thin air, substance, emanates.

The clever politician plays a similar game,
like the magician he will claim,
that from thin air he can produce,
the things with which he can ******,
whole populations for him to vote,
at your next election, please take note!

Tom 07/06/2012

The young lad knocked on my door
And asked me "what am I here for?
I look up into the clear night sky
And the wonders I see make me ask why
I was born able to look upon such a vista above
Yet down here hate is often stronger than love.
Why do people have to live in fear
Of losing all that they hold dear?
Why are men always fighting some war,
Is that what I was really born for?"

The old man knocked on my door
And asked me "what was I here for?"

Tom Higgins 02/12/2013

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

Around the rugged rocks
The ragged rascal ran.
And he will keep doing it
as often as he can.

Ragged rascals are able to
Run around the rocks
Because they are not party to
Modern life which blocks

Lots of other people
From joining them up there
Running for life and joy
And leaping in the air.

No, most people nowadays
Are far too busy to see
What really is priceless
And that it comes for free.

Time is the only thing we have
We're all given a share
And time is much too precious
To never stop and stare.

To never take some time
To do the things that make us smile
Too long on the treadmill
And life is but a trial.

So get out into the sun
And climb up that hill
And do this as often
As you have some time to ****,

And even before you reach the rocks
Within about the first mile
You'll feel the muscles in your face
Stretch into a smile.

Tom Higgins 27/02/2014

“Let me lead you in a dance,
Around the fire in a trance,
I'll take you to a wonderland,
Where you will learn, and understand,
What it is we're here for,
And glimpse those who came before,
Your ancestors who roamed this place,
Forefathers of our superhuman race,
Would dance around a fire, just so,
Shadows and substance in the glow,
Generations joining in such a dance
Not all of them were in a trance,
But those who were, said they could see,
The ancestral spirits wandering free,
So come on people move those feet,
Build up the rhythm and the beat,
All together in our rhythmic dance,
As we work ourselves into a trance,
So we all once more can be
The purest folk in history”.

He became a master of the fire dance,
His folk they followed without thinking,
Around the bonfires of wisdom, in a trance
Thousands of torches through the darkness, twinkling.
The ancient symbols on banners unfurled
Chosen as the new racial identity,
A rising crescendo of hatred was then hurled
From the throat of this monstrous entity!

'Now I have you all in a trance
You've joined me in my fire dance.
You made my fire burn even more bright
By burning books to my great delight,
And so the scene is now set,
Most criteria have now been met.
I have already built the stage
From which I can scream out my rage,
And I now see a global panorama
Where I can now act out my drama,
In which millions are about to lose,
especially those sub-human Jews,
And Poles, and Slavs and Gypsies too
They're going to see what we can do.
And as we purify the land
For the greater good of the purest man,
Then the rest of the world will see
You can't afford to mess with me.
And for all of you who accept the yoke
Of total obedience, the chosen folk,
The Master Race above all others,
Born of pure Arian fathers and mothers.
A thousand year ***** we will build
Don't dare ask how many will be killed,
Because I know all, I am as God,
I hold in my hand the lightning rod
To smite our enemies, all to ****
For the Fatherland I will fulfil
My plan for living space for you all,
As the sub-humans beneath us fall
More fuel for our fire we will provide,
In the burning of the millions who have died! '

Tom Higgins 10/06/2012

Oh the joy of a boy
With a much yearned for toy,

Who never saw
The horrors of war.

Oh the sadness of a boy
Born where joy

Is an illusion,
As destruction and confusion,

Are his reality
He has never seen normality,

As never ending war
Rages outside his door,

And the only toys he sees
Are Kalashnikovs and RPG's

Tom Higgins 15/05/2014

I am eight years old, my friend is ten,
The sky is billions and azure blue,
We are walking to St Bees and the beach, when,
Suddenly a skylark soars piping his tune so true.
We watch and listen as the tiny bird,
In undulating flight trills his lovely song,
It is like nothing else that we have ever heard,
And he keeps singing for joy as we continue along
The narrow country lane down to the sea,
Where all day we'll explore the rocky shore and weedy fronds,
Knowing that there will doubtless be,
Myriads of strange creatures in their salty ponds.

I am fifty seven, my friend is fifty nine,
His health is not so good, but he battles on,
Myself, I am feeling mostly fine,
Although the best years have now gone.
The sky is billions and a bit, and sometimes it is blue,
And as I drive along the still narrow lane
Towards St Bees where skylarks once flew,
The only thing flying in the sky is a tiny silver plane,
And the only sounds come from engine noise, and BBC Radio Two.

Down on the beach the rocky pools and seaweed fronds,
All are clearly still there,
But there are not so many animals in their salty ponds,
Did they just vanish into thin air?
Or is it perhaps that I can no longer see,
Through these older and more tired eyes,
The same things I saw when I was young and free,
When with every day I would unwrap a new surprise?

Tom Higgins

Some say it's easier to die if you're starving,
so little that's good to leave behind!
But for the wealthy it must be much harder,
with all that comfort and luxury in mind.
The poor are taught to expect zero,
and that is just what they get,
the rich all have great expectations,
and they all know that these will be met.
So all through Life's divided journey,
the contrast is massive, and stark.
There are those who thrive in the sunshine,
and those who wither in the dark.
But in the end we all become equal,
and money means nothing at all,
when you're returned to the eartb and recycled,
the main course at the ugly bug ball!

Tom Higgins

I am living in Bhutan,
and I am a very happy man
At least that's what they say I am.
No one came to ask me though,
so how is it that they could know
that I am such a contented chap?
Now this has got me in a flap,
to find that the UN in the USA
has now come up with some way,
to tell how happy we all are,
they must have scanned me from afar,
And by doing this they've read my mind
which is a very scary thing to find,
and just by listening to the BBC
I know I've had this done to me.
So now I fear all the time
that I'm a victim of cyber crime.
They stole the happiness I had,
and left me full of fear, and sad!

Tom Higgins.

The politician, his words are hollow,
you get to taste, but never to swallow.
He wants you to believe that he,
will be the one to set you free,
to live the life of which you dream,
and be the cat that got the cream.

But, he will always forget to mention,
that this was never his intention,
it's been the same through history,
no change to the status quo has come to be.
Because those with power take the view,
that the many are here, to serve the few!

Tom Higgins

The politician, his words are hollow,
you get to taste, but never to swallow.
He wants you to believe that he,
will be the one to set you free,
to live the life of which you dream,
and be the cat that got the cream.

But, he will always forget to mention,
that this was never his intention,
it's been the same through history,
no change to the status quo has come to be.
Because those with power take the view,
that the many are here, to serve the few!

Tom Higgins

Waiting In Line

I'm in the queue with the rest of you
I'm waiting until it's my turn.
To pass on through the exit door
With two choices, to be buried or to burn.

But I don't want either choice
Not for little old me.
I want something totally different,
I want buried in the deep blue sea.

I want to be taken on a boat
Out beyond the far horizon
And to be tipped over the side to sink
Into the kingdom of old Poseidon.

And there I'll be recycled by
The creatures of the deep
Just like I recycled those of them
That were big enough to keep,

And for any of my fellow men
Who in life have disliked me.
You are all invited to
Take a trip far out to sea.

Then when you get to my resting place
Feel free to play music and rave.
Yes please all of you have some fun
And dance upon my grave.

Tom Higgins

Water, as most of you will know,
Has the chemical formula H2O.
Now this essential liquid is, as well,
In its natural form devoid of smell,

And also in its pure state
It's clear and clean and really great,
For keeping living things alive,
As without it nothing can survive.

Yes it really is such magic stuff,
Because without it things are really tough,
And it often makes me stop and think
Each time I pour myself a drink.

What would I do if it all dried up?
Turn on the tap, but an empty cup.
Nothing from the pipes emanating,
Panic, as I'm not used to waiting.

This is not how it is for me
I live where rain falls frequently,
And I can drink, shower and bathe too
As often as I'm wanting to.

But in other parts it rains only rarely,
And people there, well they can barely
Find enough water for their needs,
To drink, to wash, to nurture seeds.

For them life is infinitely harder
They've learned to live with an empty larder,
And simple hygiene is so hard to achieve
When the detritus of living, they have to leave,

Lying, rotting, stinking on the surface all around
Polluting any water source in the ground.
Because of the extreme poverty of these 'others',
On my TV screen I have seen the faces of the mothers,

Whose children died because there has never been
Access to water which is drinkable and clean.
Yes, something that we take for granted,
Because we were born, where we were planted!

Tom Higgins

There is so much information all around,
And pearls of wisdom can be found
Everywhere on this internet,
But with all my seeking I have not yet
Found the source, she is such an elusive girl
That fount of all knowledge the Mother of Pearl !

Tom Higgins

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