by John Sinclair | May 22, 2008 | Poetry
As I look at these death mounds I can hear no sound No birds can be heard For here lies so many dead The head stone says it all These poor souls who did fall Did they die in battle? Underneath a machine gun rattle No they were gassed to death Nazi propaganda took away...
by John Sinclair | May 22, 2008 | Poetry
The inhumanity of man over the centuries Really got out of hand As they tried to wipe out Other men from the land We have only to look at history To see this story unfold Of countless cruelty So bad it has to be told For this is nothing new The cruelty for which men...
by John Sinclair | May 10, 2008 | Poetry
A Night on the piss Every jocks wish To spend his beer tokens With his mates laughing and joking Power nap after scoff Shower and shave Pull on your new jeans and top Check in the mirror Looking good as you knew you would Into the NAAFI Few scoops before we go Chat up...
by John Sinclair | May 6, 2008 | Poetry
A Queen a Goddess A Life a Wife Through out time all time Man has worshipped them They are the givers of life The ones we call wife When you hold your child A life created by two This is her gift given to you Cherish the moments And times that you share For one of you...
by John Sinclair | May 1, 2008 | Poetry
In my bed at night Sometimes I take fright Sometimes I want to fight I wake my wife from her slumber As I shout out my army number I awake with a start Always with a racing heart The adrenalin rush As my wife says hush My brow is wet with sweat I try not to fret But...
