by Andrew Diamond | Mar 10, 2012 | Poetry
Soap, socks, lampshades; Manufacturing through recycling. Spectacles, clothes and shoes Harvested from Europe’s Jews; All turned into useful goods For use in German neighbourhoods. This was their final solution To what they saw as their pollution. But then tables all...
by Andrew Diamond | Mar 10, 2012 | Poetry
One is sufficient, At two you should stop. Three is the limit; Four’s over the top. But if you have five You’ll be seeking a thrill. Any car that you drive Is likely to kill. Then all you could say To the Police, I would think, Is, “it wasn’t me Officer, It was the...
by Andrew Diamond | Mar 10, 2012 | Poetry
I pulled into the kerb To fiddle with the radio And then as I looked up Some youths had crowded round the car; A hand upon the handle. Instinctively, through fear, I quickly locked my door And slammed the car in gear. Then when I sped away I think I drove on...
by Andrew Diamond | Mar 10, 2012 | Poetry
To “Occupy London,” Please don’t go away, Even though at St. Paul’s They won’t let you stay. Just be around So that we can see That we haven’t all lost Our sanity. Continue to protest Whenever you can Condemning the system That’s plaguing the land Where the poor serve...
by Andrew Diamond | Mar 10, 2012 | Poetry
As I lie awake in bed My fears are racing through my head, A constant ritual that I dread. I think of what could do me harm; A terrifying nightly storm. If only I could find some calm, Then maybe I would get some sleep But all my fears run far too deep. Though when I...
