The Mexican Wave

Your sat on public transport. 

Fellow passengers mostly Zombified.

Thas bin holding it in al day. 

Saving it for that special maximum effect moment.  

Tha knows it’s going to be a long loud muddy one.

Excitement all over thi face.

A fellow passage screams in Horror as tha lets loose the Kraken

The man across from you desperately opens the window.  

He reminds me of a deep sea diver running out of air.

As your Aromatic creation drifts down the Bus one row after another reacts

“Who the fuck did that” said an angry looking daily mail reader

As this windy Mexican wave reaches all the way to the driver.

"No respect these young uns don’t know their born"

As Bingo Betty automatically blames the teenagers on the bus 

As my stop looms, I walk down the bus to depart 

I leave a final gift as I look at the driver. 

And advise "eh up Lad was beautiful"

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Matin Hickman©2025

Hanging On

Hanging on

We are hanging on waiting. Waiting for the magical time of re awakening.

Waiting for that time when all stand up against the rising tide of hate.

Hate from both colours of Tory blue and Tory Red, Hate from the media, hate from lobotomised celebs. False accusations and claims from the ones with empty souls.

To fill their empty hearts all they have is hate. We are still hanging on for when the day comes. 

When the real giant leap of Humankind is taken, to a world of kindness.

Let’s not confuse the issue, it’s us hanging on v them Exploiting on. Get off your Knees, instead just of hanging on.

So get moving on, and make the ones exploiting on

End up hanging on a lamppost, Just like in old Giulino di Mezzegra back in 45. Let’s put things right instead of accepting what’s wrong.

Let’s make sure our children don’t inherit just hanging on. 

Martin Hickman©June 2022

 

  

The Inappropriate

The Inappropriate

Years fighting back have taken their toll

Told being compassionate is inappropriate.

The smug use of a word for the soulless and thoughtless

Mark down and discarded for thinking of others.

The march to a savage broken world well on the way.

The one shining light is the two that fill your heart with love.

You think so long as they are safe, perhaps it time for me to sleep.

I don't want to be a empty drone unthinking, un-feeling, a human robot.

My time it seems is done so perhaps its time I was gone

But then I think of my two and how would they do.

So perhaps I must go on. I'm sorry for thinking this way.

Even the the strongest have weakest of moments.

So perhaps the ones who think they know better

could perhaps let me know when I'm not inappropriate.

Perhaps I'll just take a break instead of being broken.

Dream a sweet dream were all cares for all.

Martin Hickman©November 2018

Mind Scrape

You must conform.
You must not ask questions
You must become a drone.

They expect you to smile while your mind screams inside.
Day after day you get that can I have a word?
Your not good enough your this your that.

Your not systematic enough.
In that systematic cruel way they admire.
They put you on a special scheme.

They want you to have a real PAL
Your inappropriate being too compassionate to the vunerable.

Day after day monitored as if your a class A criminal
I guess being kind is Criminal to them.

Who are these de humanized creatures?
Don't let them scrape the love out of your mind.
Don't let them make a vacuum of your spirit.

Hold on to you. 

Martin Hickman©May2018