by John Sinclair | Feb 5, 2008 | Poetry
What are you up to Where do you go? How long are you home for? When do you go? I am just home on leave And in need of a pint So far to travel It’s hard to unravel With so far to travel I am finally home After so long away And you just ask me When do I go away? As for...
by John Sinclair | Jan 30, 2008 | Poetry
Society is shocked Another kid is killed in the streets The politicians start to bleat We understand we are listening Bit hard to hear way up in the ivory tower Some will say a spell in the army Is what is needed here? The short sharp treatment For the little dears...
by John Sinclair | Jan 28, 2008 | Poetry
Dear Mum I have arrived safe and well The other recruits say we have the platoon sergeant from HELL But I think he is swell Please tell my Gran that all is well My section corporal He is the one from HELL I think he is paid just to YELL Apart from that all is well...
by John Sinclair | Jan 28, 2008 | Poetry
Let it go I can’t I have seen so much In my young life I am only twenty one Let it go I can’t it hurts so much I close my eyes And I see the horror’s again Let it go I want to but no one understands They do not know how I feel They do not know what is real Let it go I...
by John Sinclair | Jan 26, 2008 | Poetry
The enemies’ tanks roar past It’s such a blast To drive a tank so fast Its pitch black and I can’t see a thing I hope they don’t see me Little old me So small next to their big tanks The tankies clatter They move so fast They obviously think it’s a blast To move so...
