by Andrew Diamond | May 24, 2012 | Poetry
One million youngsters out of work; Half are unemployable, Unequipped to get the jobs Which aren’t there for them to do. A desperate situation; An indictment of our Nation Where a lack of innovation, Due to over regulation, Has removed our motivation And condemned a...
by Andrew Diamond | Apr 29, 2012 | Poetry
With resolve, but despair and the track of a tear, Proud and bereft, the soldier is left To fend on his own now that he’s come home. We exposed him to terror and from the horror His new tomorrow exposes our error; So few of us dare to acknowledge he’s...
by Andrew Diamond | Apr 16, 2012 | Poetry
They’re more trouble now than they were as kids. They tug at your heart and tear you apart, Neither concerned with the needs of the other Or with the needs of their father and mother. They tell you their problems, expect you’ll be there To sort out the mess; you must...
by Andrew Diamond | Apr 1, 2012 | Poetry
It’s as safe in the Army as it is in Hackney; They’ll make him a man and they’ll teach him a trade And though they will send him to Afghanistan He’ll have clothes, he’ll have food and he knows he’ll be paid. His mum’s not too happy he’s gone for a soldier; He has to...
by Andrew Diamond | Mar 12, 2012 | Poetry
He was wearing bed socks And a night cap on his head; Long Johns and pyjamas As he tucked himself in bed. Wrapped up in his dressing gown ‘Neath blankets and an eiderdown He said his nightly prayers. So covered up in layers He saved upon his heating bill Whilst hoping...
