talk about real to me
through the drip dry tears
on staid park bench
tell me about real
through the bittersweet stench

the outside,
it is hadrian’s wall at its peak
it is forceful army
it is the wittiest speak

feeling,
love,
lust,
infatuation,
the person at work

i felt autumn leaves
fall from the branches
of some of my dreams
i knew then
as i know now
that a new season had started

there is no war on terror
on creed and colour
surely not?
this cannot be our fate
this phoney campaign
this ignorance we must tolerate

arms outstretched
they are open to change
to different views

honesty in society
has been missing for sometime
but you never,
get an explanation
you never see missing posters
at your local police station

governments,
put up billboards
just so i get the message
loud and very big
democracy seems tainted
with elections rigged