WHEN
When will we arise and fight? When will too much be too much? When will we ask those questions? When will we hold them to account? We have heard the lies and half-truths We have se
WILL THERE EVER
Will there ever be a time when my name Will fill you with scorn and dislike? Will there ever be a time when you say I thought he was a good man, but alas he is not? Will there ever
I DO NOT KNOW
The echo of a soaring eagle’s cry As he wings his way who knows where The wail of an expectant mother The cry of the newborn baby Sounds, sounds of everyday life But wait! What d
TIME IS MY ENEMY
This is my life and it has been long The path of life is long indeed, my friend. With the end of the journey now in sight The truth of life stares me in the end While friends ap
WHAT WILL REMAIN?
Is there more to life than life itself Is flesh and blood all there is to living Is being and unbeing the end of all Would there be not a trace left behind? My life is more than
FOREVER YOUNG
I see them wherever I go Photos of the stars of yore And the change, sad but true As they age and wrinkle too I see old friends and wonder where Their fresh and youthful faces w
THE WASTE LAND
The world is already living up to the name of TS Eliot’s iconic poem written way back in 1922, one would think after the Spanish flu had ravaged many parts of the world. Let me s
