by Bernie Shelton | Sep 4, 2009 | Poetry
They fight for them you know They are important Plastic sheeting and jerrycans, The women scream and scratch The men vicious in their need For biggest the best Of the plastic sheeting They are important for survival you see, The sheeting to protect from the Wind, sand...
by Bernie Shelton | Sep 4, 2009 | Poetry
I was sold when I was ten To feed my brothers and sisters, My mummy said It had to be that way. They took me to a strange place To the place where the Soldiers slept Where me and Victoria who is my friend Would sell our trinkets and ourselves When I was...
by Bernie Shelton | Sep 3, 2009 | Poetry
Kevin the Keyhole Is a nasty old man Peering through keyholes Whenever he can Watching those ladies undress, Kevin the Keyhole Is a dirty old man Pity he is me Dad
by Bernie Shelton | Sep 3, 2009 | Poetry
It’s what you’re told, You are taught, trained To do it, To go back, Whatever the risk You go back. You never leave your mates behind.
by Bernie Shelton | Sep 3, 2009 | Poetry
Standing in the bakery at four am The smell of freshly baked bread Is mouth watering, Outside the snow is falling, The air freezing, and Soon they will start to arrive To wait in line For their daily bread, No one is left out No one goes without At the...
