by John Sinclair | Feb 18, 2008 | Poetry
If only the vandals Did not smash the school windows And spray their tags on the walls If only the nerds and mini gangsters Didn’t carry a knife or a gun How do they think that this is fun? If only the father Can ask the nerds to move on Without fear of reprisal Why...
by John Sinclair | Feb 14, 2008 | Poetry
Buzzzzzzzzzzzz! Argghhhhhhhhh Goes the squaddie Mr Mozzie is back in town And he feels like buzzing around He will go in your ears And make that sound Buzzzzzzzzzzzzz! You raise your hand to smack him away It’s instinct to move him away As you smack the side of your...
by John Sinclair | Feb 13, 2008 | Poetry
I am a warrior Tall and proud My hand is my guide For my sword and my shield I will not yield I will fight to my last I am a warrior Who will have a glorious past? My clan chieftain the leader Wise and bold He has led us to victory So many times untold Great stories...
by John Sinclair | Feb 11, 2008 | Poetry
As you lie in your bed Breathing your last You have to ask the question What is it all about? Am I loved? Am I adored? Did I do the right thing? By you my wife And you my children When I walked through those gates Onto the streets of hell Did I really make any...
by John Sinclair | Feb 11, 2008 | Poetry
The pig has broken down AGAIN! But I’m not scared Sitting here in this tin can Waiting for the exploding bean can They call it a drogue bomb Plastic streamers Help it fly along Thrown through the air This always adds to our despair We live in the pigs Protected by...
