Duck Down and Goosed

Gobble! Gobble! Gobble!

Canadian goose is getting fat

time to kill and pluck him

to put that coat upon your back

maybe cost a monkey*

even cost a grand

spare a thought for the poor, the homeless

with whom you share this land

 

not criticising your purchase

but maybe stop and think

on life’s forgotten army

it’s not champagne they drink

 

Retreating from society

all its phony rules

POWs of austerity

Policies so cruel

So the gap just widens between the rich and the poor

a tale of two cities

where greedy men want more!

 

Some talk of revolution

overthrow and change

evolution of mankind’s soul,

desires rearranged

 

Give to Ceasar

what is Ceasar’s

Pursue the path of truth

For its only money that provides a homeless man a roof!

 

Gobble! Gobble! Gobble!

the goose is getting fat

Slaughtered, roasted, eaten,

scraps left for the cat,

whilst the one that lays the golden eggs

sits quietly on my lap

the one that lays the golden eggs

sits quietly upon my lap….

 

M.C. Bolton, December 2017

 

*£500

 

 

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Snow on Grenfell Road, North Kensington

Christmas 1914 Meets 2016

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Christmas day ww1 football, photo taken from here

Oh! Let us find our no man’s land

deep within our soul.

Just a moment’s fleeting peace

even for one day.

Feeling the futility of constant war

mustard gas mist lingering like madness,

hatred, fear, despair stoked by desk generals,

rulers of but dust – egg timer imprisoned,

carving pal’s battalions into race, religion, class.

Like a crazed Biology tutor

dissecting a locust,

as we slowly evolve

into twenty-fingered cyborgs

quickening our movements

into our own Galaxy or Apple of Eden’s Fruit,

our third eye now just a screen,

for now only the blind truly see,

snowmen who show more compassion

slowly melting in the heat of constant lies,

over the top once more my friends.

Shelling ceasing – exploding petals of death

no longer falling like rain,

churning men into mud 

devoid of God’s breath of life,

so walk with me

take my hand.

Finding eternal peace once more

as we march into no man’s land…

 

MC Bolton, Christmas 2016