by John Sinclair | Aug 6, 2008 | Poetry
Our lives are being lived through the box The screen that sits in the corner or hangs on the wall Everyday living for one and all With the Sky+ planner your life is complete With your remote control there’s no need to leave your seat You will be known as a couch...
by John Sinclair | Aug 5, 2008 | Poetry
The NBC chamber awaits This is now our fate We have practised our drills Even learning how to swallow big pills We stand in a line Dressed in our NBC suits The shout of GAS-GAS-GAS is given And as quick as a flash the respirator is donned You stare out through this...
by John Sinclair | Jul 28, 2008 | Poetry
You can walk through your life With your eyes closed Never seeing the wonder that your life can hold A thousand of your stories that will never be told All too often you see your life as being rotten This poor lost soul that we have all forgotten No wonder you think...
by John Sinclair | Jun 28, 2008 | Poetry
What is wrong Britain? Our streets are covered in blood Today’s youth they think nothing of killing No matter if the victim is young or old Everyone is terrified to walk these streets When the sun goes down and it gets dark The doors shut and the curtains are drawn...
by John Sinclair | Jun 24, 2008 | Poetry
The weeping widow She weeps her tears For she has lost her much loved dear He went to war so brave and strong A soldier who would do no wrong The protesters they would jeer and shout As the soldiers moved on out He arrives in theatre in another land Can this place...
