The Robin

A Robin flew down from a local tree

while I sat on a bench musing history 

it decided to land ever so close

Staring at me with a knowing pose 

I gave a morsel of seed from my bread

the Robin ate well, until it was fed

a little chirp later flutter away

be great to see it again some day

Brothers and Sisters

Spirits all around, the mystery no one knows

guide of the Holy Spirit reality or a show

Morning onto night, not a day to delight

shiny silver dagger splinter in the heart

violent egotistical being ready to depart

never could begin, never could they start 

apologies are easy, forgiveness a strength 

love and respect, a kindness without the length 

bridging the gap of love, a blessing from above

make peace in your head before, all are dead 

Or

One way or another 

it will work out

One way or the other

Surge and Rush

Go through the door crafted from steel

for you heartedly step then slip on the cill

a window in age consumes what has gone

remember the person who was once known

the spider crawling its eight legs of craft

the vines of the history that were meant to last

be brave in the venture, strong in the choice

have the the last laugh be full, then rejoice

newly welcome yet not fully known

a day in the future of the grown

be slow to steadfast, patiently quick

understand what is expected that is the trick

Tunnel Dwellers

Tunnel dwellers living in the dark

sleeping on the ground or in the park

hands out hoping for a handful of help

From a cold careless country in a gambling belt 

Tunnel dwellers beneath the feet

of those in casinos with riches complete 

wasting millions to win or to lose

fodder for casinos from years of abuse 

Tunnel dwellers all around the globe

strength in surviving, no ability to cope

serving time until winter comes

digging in deeper in a last desperate hope

America the great with a penalised state

walk past the homeless, life is great

England the wealthy, counting a penny

those uncared for children haven’t got any

apathy rules supreme it is often seen

countries around the world are obscene

prostituting children in wealthy city’s

no care for the poor and no time for pity 

They must see the past about people’s need 

war is inevitable with xenophobic greed

governments to blame for inciting gain

billions of poor still suffering in pain

Tunnel dwellers in the dark

hidden underground, no future, no spark

the poorest of poor, children in tow

In the darkest, deepest places

unnoticed in a hole