by Mack | Aug 10, 2006 | Poetry
Pockets empty he sipped the last dregs of cold tea The grey man in the busy Café he hoped he could stay longer The doors opened and shut Cold icy blasts hit him Not as cold as it was on the Falklands Islands Nay lad never that cold He thought back than thought better...
by Mack | Aug 10, 2006 | Poetry
I’ve found the solution to this disease in my mind Its at the end of a phone call its all gunna stop Gunna order me up some death by cop Like a pizza delivery here comes the boys in blue Them boys are locked and loaded They know just what to do Sorry kids sorry mama...
by Mack | Aug 10, 2006 | Poetry
The telly says put your hand in the fire The telly says Vote Labour The telly says crime is under control The telly says check on your neighbour The telly says Coronation Streets on The telly says Emerald farm The telly says there’s enough food and water to go round...
by Mack | Jul 24, 2006 | Poetry
Such a feeling of happiness I have never felt Tears of pure joy so warm so loving My Mother welcomes me, I can smell her scent Rising up above the battlefield My comrades smile My enemies smile Flying home on the wings of...
by Mack | Jul 24, 2006 | Poetry
Shuffling down the street trying to keep warm The water was in his sock now, his boots seen better days As he had many moons ago when bristling with pride and youth Now hunched against a railway bridge his collar chaffed his kneck Smiling down at him a Labour poster...
