The Smiling Castle
I know a place of escape
A place so sweet for me and the
babes
Hush, Hush, Hush is the word
Keep it to ourselves, so they don’t
find out and sell it for a fee
The smell of bluebells gets us in a
state of bliss
You can see for yourself the marks
of struggle and worry
Start to fade, as if a miracle cure,
that is our Secret place
Safe from the ones out to hurt
Who spend their time just spreading
hate?
Anonymous hate mail, and abuse from
the ones doing bad
For just for trying to do good, to
protect the ones you love.
The ones who hate are themselves
targets of hate
Hate from a rotten system, turning
folks against each other
The politicians you see know this
game well
But in our place of escape for a
short while love rules
Where in our dreamy state listening
to the lark and squirrel
We drown in the love of this place;
the smile is a sight on our face
We sleep for a while in our fortress
of love content and protected
Protected from the ones, who only
understand hate
Pity them though lives blighted, by
a system of cruelty and greed.
A system run, by the few for the few
For this system has got them in an
un-dead state
©Martin Hickman
2014
Dirty Bomb
He thinks he is the king of the
estate
Getting you all in quite a state
Steals off his neighbour, steals
off his family, steals off his class
He is the reason a child cry’s,
when Santa’s gifts get a visit from the disappearing fairy
He bully’s and intimidates the
vulnerable ones on the estate, who can’t fight back
This Pond life pupil of IDS
He is the reason no one goes out
after dark
He is the reason for the angry
chat in the pub
Here he comes down the street
combat jacket and fighting dog combined
Brash and safe knowing the
capitalist state protects their bottom feeding Entrepreneur
Keeping them down keeping them out
on behalf of the state
The love bitch of gutter
capitalism
He is the political elite’s
Dirty bomb
©Martin Hickman 2013
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