HIGH SCORE

(A look back in time to the dark, distant 1980’s and the mind of a 19yr old…)   Have pride and joy but don’t toy with nature, conserve the future.   Taste, sweet and sour, changes by the hour. The two sides of life; of trouble and strife.   Beg, steal or borrow but you’ll…

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH

(politically correct edit)   Just say no to corrupt politicians, lying and cheating with their secret missions. Hugging the baby in the camera’s eye then stealing its lolly and watching it cry.   Just say no to the corrupt EU, actually achieving what Hitler failed to do. A European State to control one and all,…

BLINK

A family gathering, a party so bright, revellers dancing well into the night. Everyone filled with joyful mirth, role models all; the salt of the earth. Lost in their laughter with a roof to raise, failing to see the mans cold vacant gaze. Music and singing, they don’t see their guest as his face gives…

THE FEATHER ON THE TRIGGER

It’s just a way of life said the man with the gun, you win it or you lose it and when all is said and done. But the odds and the favour can be tipped from over here by a warm winning smile from a boy with no fear. They say that respect is a…

THREE WISE MONKEYS

If you close your eyes to the world outside, will the fighting suddenly cease? Will brother and sister hold hands together and build a new life of peace? Does a person, born blind, not hear the teeth grind as disaster, from greed, is grown? That because he can’t see, thinks we are all living free…

TIMES BROKEN ARROW

The world keeps rocking to the sound of the void, a pirouette through time that we simply can’t avoid. But what have you done today? Did the fool on his errand pass you silently by? Did you have much to say, as his time, like the clock, seemed to fly? And the world is careering…

WHY..?

I see a future of war and evil intent, poverty, famine and dark discontent. A world descended into desolate gloom, all joy and laughter ushered out of the room. I see helpless children on war-torn streets, tattered; just rags, standing cold, in bare feet. Shattered, bedraggled a fearful frieze, like leaves of loss blown about…

MADNESS?

Is it madness to want to speak to and smile at the people we meet on the streets, as we pass each other, our eyes to the ground, complaining on tired achy feet.   Is it madness for our children to play outside in the knowledge they won’t come to harm, that a stranger isn’t…

THE SPOILS OF WAR. (Read by Alan S Johnson)

And the troops go marching proudly by as she wipes a tear from her weary eyes, the one that she seeks, she will never again hold for he died at his post; he was thirty years old.   The colours fly high on a cool autumn breeze as man and boy march with well practiced…