The Broken Soldier

The Broken Soldier

An old man

Over a hundred years old

Laying in a bed

His mind travels back to a time

He lived a life no one had to live

An ANZAC storming the shores of Turkey

An unknown place called Gallipoli

He watched s his friends died on the beach

His brothers died fighting in the trenches

Blood flowing in rivers

Soldiers running across acres of the dead

While officers hide miles away

Sleeping in the wet trench

He cried a tear for every ANZAC who fell

That time affected him

Seeing so much pain and death

He was never again quite right

The boy as gone

All that was left was a broken soldier

With memories he should not have

Even today

A century later

He still remembers

He has shed a billion tears

But when he dies, he will be happy

He will be with his friends and brothers

Once again, laughing and drinking beer in the pub

And he will be happy

The Last Tiger

The Last Tiger

I do not want to die

But I do not want to be the last of my kind

Roaming the jungle

Looking for another

But she is not here

She was killed

Not in an attack

She was killed for greed

Humans jealous of her beauty

Set a trap and walked away

Her foot was caught

As she walked down the path

She struggled and cried

As the wire cut into her leg

Hoping for someone to save her

Her eyes teared

Her growls became mere whispers

It was not a painless death

She suffered beyond reason

For what

For someone to make money

For someone to have a beautiful coat

Or was she killed just for fun

Remember, you will miss her as I do

And you will miss me when my day comes

Especially when your kids ask you a question

When they ask, “What is a tiger”

And all you can say is

“We killed them all”

And then you will change the subject

And you will feel the guilt

I Will Be Their God

I Will Be Their God

I know what you are going to ask

Yes, I am ignoring you

I may be destroying a planet

There may be a baby being born

I may kill thousands of people

Or allow one to live

They may be happy

They may be sad

I have not decided yet

I know a little about their pasts

I am all knowing about their futures

I know what they are going to say

What they are thinking

I decide everything with the stroke of a key

They place me in a zone

Somewhere where I am all alone

Deciding the fate of worlds untold

So, yes, I am ignoring you

At least until the princess is rescued

Only then I can stop typing

Even if just for a little while

For that short time they can be on their own

Then, once again, I will be their god

And I may just let everyone live

At least for today

And You Just Say I Don’t Care

And  You Just Say I Don’t Care

Look at the TV or on the street

See the children starving

Hoping for a scrap of food

So they can survive

And you just say I don’t care

The people killed for no reason

Left dying on the street

Killed by a bullet from someone they never met

So many die every day

And you just say I don’t care

Watch the black child

Beaten and harassed for the color of his skin

Hated for something he cannot help

He just wants to grow up just like everyone else

And you just say I don’t care

Listen to the politician

Lying to himself and to you

Pretending everything is okay

While the country destroys itself

And you just say I don’t care

Hear the bomb in a downtown shop

The explosion kills a hundred people

Men, women and children

Killed for no good reason

And you just say I don’t care

However, maybe there will be a time

When you are starving

When you are frightened

When you are the different one

Facing hatred for who you are

But, don’t you dare ask for help

Don’t you dare

Because all you will hear from every voice

A familiar phrase

They all will say I don’t care

And they won’t

Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath

I want to be like Sylvia Plath

A talented writer

Someone to be admired

As she read her work

Spending time in the darkness

Writing more and more

Still, her mind saw the beauty of the world

Each of her poems showed the woman

The person she was inside

Someone hidden by the torment of her last years

She knew when she wrote her last words

She knew the moment when it was right to give up

Four hundred of her children survived that moment

You can still find them if you look

A modern master who died way too soon

Sylvia Plath will be remembered for the way she lived

All of the four hundred plus poems she wrote

The way she died

You Know Who You Are

You Know Who You Are

You kill women and children

People who do not think as you

Destroying whole villages

Does it make you feel brave

Brain washing kids to kill for you

Do you really think it is what your God wants?

Are you acting in His name

If the answers are yes

Why do you hide your face

Cover it with black cloth

Aren’t you proud of your cause

Are you a coward who doesn’t want to be known

Or do you know it is wrong

You don’t have to answer

Just fXXk the hell off

Go home and leave the world alone

SPAM

SPAM

I am so hungry

Nothing looks good

But I need something

I want something

Something for breakfast

Lunch and dinner

An all in one food

A perfect food

One no one can resist

Even though no one knows what it is

It doesn’t matter

I don’t care if it is a sandwich

A casserole or all alone

I need that special food to live

To be happy

For now and forever more

I need my SPAM