Just a glimpse of the old facade
black and white we see
the ball of blood flag waving
in the wind its how it be
the sunlight kisses the building bright
The Japanese embassy broad daylight
loads of placards walls of noise
hundreds are chanting just feel the joys
coming together a vibrant touch
interwoven with music
and much
the punk and his haunting
melody sounds
like a lapping sea
doing the rounds
the effect dramatic
and yet it does
create an effect
and a real good buzz
of energy all captured here
which even J arthur rank might fear
the megaphone magic
the girls and boys
in the cool November sun
such poise
the trees in the park the golden leaves
a backdrop to what he achieves
with his lovely lens and his tripod firm
hooting vehicles crawl and squirm
Picadilly is busy today
the lady on stilts in the wind
does sway
with her fan and beautiful
flowing white
she dances and sways
in the afternoon light
peter and ric hold hands and say
the dolphin heart is here to stay
sirens whistles horns all sound
as in the miasma we are all drowned
loads of red hands grey transferred faces
lines of people from all sorts of places
childrens and parents
a wondrous crowd
and army of souls all feeling proud
roberts voice and others too
rise and fall like voices do
carrying others
to heights untapped
imagining the water
the waves that lapped
over the cove in far off Japan
lots of bustle its one great plan
to make the japanese realize
we are a force and some surprise
the dolphins come onto the scene
the cove the violence the great machine
of torture and killing we superimpose
thrashing about with a bloody nose
several are dying a poignant glance
boats in the water
theres never a chance
Peters film of the latest event
comes from the heart
and its so well mean’t
capturing faces and bodies and souls
thank you Peter