our politicians sadly
are a bunch of bloody twerps
labouring on about the toxic chemicals
they use
those councils up and down the country
who seemingly refuse
nature Godly heavenly
the myriad sweep of gold
the colours at the roadsides
on all of them I am sold
the whole truth
it is out there
it represents the whole
a performance and enactment
it is the very soul
attracting bugs and butterflies
sharing nectar sweet
tiny little artists plying good sense
with their feet
impressionists creators
their mosaic pure and clean
a language of floralness
to set our every scene.
bee’s and gentle others
a balanced harmony
a symmetry of rhythym
its out therev growing free
and what we do
so brazenly
is murder and we spray
such arrogance such evil
every sodding day
glyphosate and cocktails
sickly dark and vile
the politicians braindead sods
their thoughts are off the dial
they have no care, no concept
of beauty or of grace
its just support Big Pharma
its true its our disgrace
those flowers so wild and wonderful
blazing out each day
majestic and stately
in their splendid way
soaking up the cadmium
the lead that sucks into
their tiny hearts
their silence
what does it mean to you
wheres the conversation
druids where are you
all those streams of consciousness
all of them are true
a compendium of glory
an anthology of grace
a treasury of beauty
look closely at each face
heroes at the roadsides
alliteration sighs
soft suggestive silkiness
each tendril oh so wise
the wildness thats emblazoned
on every poets soul
we are murdering each one of them
As our boredom takes control.
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.