by Kevin M Welsh | Nov 29, 2009 | Poetry
There is a group of people Who think they are elite. In matters of unfairness… They try to remain discrete. These people, who we know are fake, The Takers they are named. They never give…they only take… Of that they are not ashamed. The Takers take of all our wealth,...
by Kevin M Welsh | Nov 29, 2009 | Poetry
Christmas is coming…politicians are getting fat… While our soldiers in Afghanistan are getting bombed and shot at. Christmas is coming…politicians are having a ball… While our soldiers in Afghanistan continue to fall. Christmas is coming…politicians are getting high…...
by Kevin M Welsh | Nov 22, 2009 | Poetry
The skills of other people pass me by. I cannot wield the scythe nor make the bread… I cannot weave the cloth nor spin the thread… Though I have not the urge to reason why. But what I can do most is to love you… Have such a mind to think of you and care. Think of you...
by Kevin M Welsh | Nov 22, 2009 | Poetry
The light is swiftly fleeting, The dark is drawing near… In the presence of thy keeping… Assuage me of my fear. With the dark descending, My day’s work is done… My short life is ending… My Saviour, take me home. Release me from mine anguish. Comfort me with thy care…....
by Kevin M Welsh | Nov 22, 2009 | Poetry
This is my son. You can have him… But only on loan. Make sure you return him to me In the same state I gave him to you. For he is my darling son… And I love him deeply. Take care of him… In the same way that I have cared for him. Nurture him… As I have nurtured him....
