Angels in Training

Angels In Training 

Angels in training, 

Shed dewdrops like its raining. 

Surveying their future job in hand, 

As Guardian angels mentor them through our lands, 

Across expanses of tortuous war zones, 

And dry desert lands scattered with bones 

In city scapes they observe fat cats, 

While hard working souls live like rats, 

War, greed, poverty and starvation, 

Effecting every country, every nation. 

Even angels can reach point break, 

When their heavenly hearts will hurt and ache 

Dewdrops will flow free like its raining 

For all the little angels still in training .

Banksy

I Don't Like Mondays

I Don't Like Mondays 

Banksy

 On one side of a our globe 

A baby stirs, yawns, 

Safe from every tiny microbe, 

The sun rises, Monday dawns 

On green mowed and tended lawns. 

The other side of our globe

A child stirs, stomach aching, 

Attacked by every tiny microbe, 

The sun rises, Monday's baking

On children hunger fuelled awakenings.

Mondays may fill us with dread, 

With the whole working week looming ahead, 

So take heed and keep in your mind, 

The life of a child across the world, 

Not just Monday, But a daily grind 

Their struggle to remain alive

 Survive !

Save The Children

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Balance of Life

Balance Of Life


As I write this I can't help but think of the children and adults starving in Kenya and Somalia and ask if after reading my poem you will check out this link  Save the children thank you. Now in 2016 some parts of the UK have been devastated by floods,too much rain ...a link for them is here Help for Victims of flooding

Water is the fluid of life,

Too much ,
Too little,
Just enough we'll be alright!
Not enough, diseases breed, rife!

Water feeds our nations,
Too much,
Too little,
Just enough, nourishes us!
Not enough, promotes starvation!

Water feeds our soul,
Too much,
Too little,
Just enough, we play like fishes in a shoal,
Not enough, we perish in dust-bowls!

Water feeds our bodies,
Too much,
Too little,
Just enough, our bodies can perform
Not enough, we become malnourished zombies!

Water balances the earth,
Too much,
Too little,
Just enough, our environs flourish!
Not enough, we are thrown into a dearth!

Too much ?
Too little?
Or
just a drop?
Is that enough ?



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