Our warm spell is
over
And though it is Easter
“Heat or Eat” has become
The motto of millions!
“Warm the Human not the home”
Is the new catchphrase
As millions huddle under blankets
And sleeping bags just to stay warm.
This Energy Poverty takes it’s toll
On the poor and the sick
And the elderly
No matter who they voted for
We find we cannot eat the lies
That our Government feeds us
We cannot warm our homes or ourselves
On the broken promises that burn before us
And we’re told it will only get worse
And perhaps we deserve no better
When we allow the tyrants to prosper
And the dishonest to rule.
This is the cross we Britons must bear
Because we allowed those who should protect us
To fill their pockets instead
To guzzle at the trough of their own greed.
We have allowed Newspaper magnates
To do our thinking for us
And form our opinions and prejudices
Are we just puppets on strings?
We have lost control of our country
And our disinterest and inaction
Brings the old Chinese curse closer
“May you live in interesting times!”
The Church bell behind the chimney Tolls Pealing far and wide Another Brother or Sister gone The chimneys sit silently Watching the souls of the dead arise
There may yet come a day When good men are remembered Not for daring deeds or mighty works But for what they left behind Maybe for the hearts they touched Or perhaps for the trees they planted
The unforgiving eye of insomnia and delirium Skittering among the dark trees of the bedroom ceiling The cracks in the plaster portals to another more horrifying world Eight days waiting for the correct medicine to reduce my fever And fight this infection
While the Black Dog prowls among the dark trees... and howls And in my stupor I cannot be certain if the howls are his or mine. And the question most often asked is Is this the way old soldiers are sent home to die? Without even a Goodbye Kiss Is this the way old soldiers are sent home to die?