2.25 a Saturday a rumble in the sky
\nA storm is out there somewhere
\nIt\u2019s not exactly dry
\nSleep most people are it seems
\nHouse steeped in dark
\nA poem from the ancient Bard
\nLeaving behind his mark<\/p>\n
Miles away they are warring
\nMany souls are dying
\nHouses torn and falling down
\nRubble some are lying
\nIn their beds under the concrete
\nLimbless and scarred they be
\nIndiscriminate bombing
\nThat the West doesn\u2019t want to see<\/p>\n
The Tories and the Labour lot
\nHave turned their blind eyes
\nAway from all the tragedy
\nPrefer to believe the lies
\nBeing told by Israel
\nThe settlers those who
\nHave blatantly stolen land and homes
\nIt\u2019s what the colonists do.<\/p>\n
Just one clap of thunder
\nClearly moving away
\nThe world outside my window
\nHasn\u2019t much to say
\nThe forest very close to me
\nJust upon the hill
\nWhere Deer and Badger wander
\nAnd where Foxy, is still<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
2.25 a Saturday a rumble in the sky A storm is out there somewhere It\u2019s not exactly dry Sleep most people are it seems House steeped in dark A poem from the ancient Bard Leaving behind his mark Miles away … Continue reading