by Andrew Diamond | Jan 2, 2012 | Poetry
The underclass is bigger now For it includes the elderly Who can’t afford to pay for care; And people who are not too well And haven’t got sufficient wealth, So have to use the National Health; And kids who live on sink estates Who know that they will not get work, So...
by Andrew Diamond | Jan 2, 2012 | Poetry
I looked at the candle alight on the table; I stared at the label stuck on the bottle. We’d finished our dinner, drunk all the wine; Another new year and the dining was fine In a posh restaurant with wife and with friends. There were kisses all round as we sang Auld...
by Andrew Diamond | Aug 25, 2011 | Poetry
To sit in their kitchens while drinking their tea Is where it is natural for women to be. Shopping and cooking and washing and ironing Are tasks for which women are naturally pining. They shouldn’t have jobs and they shouldn’t go clubbing; They should be hoovering,...
by Andrew Diamond | Aug 25, 2011 | Poetry
I was always taught in life To be respectful to my wife. My father never beat my mum, She’d have walloped him till kingdom come. Formidable, this mum of mine; I remember once, when I had lines, She sat and wrote them out for me While I sat down and watched T.V. She...
by Andrew Diamond | Aug 25, 2011 | Poetry
All was quiet before the riot, Then the shooting caused the looting Up and down London Town. There was nowhere safe and sound. Setting shops and cars alight, Kids caused violence every night. Contact through the internet, Stealing all that they could get. It would...
