by Neil Donnelly
Grey December, heart and soul
leafless trees on the road not taken,
that man in doorway with a begging bowl,
oh Lord, why is he forsaken!
*
In the guise of fake philanthropy
we plunder out the earth’s resources,
to gain that brand new shiny Chinese trophy
we sit before a screen and follow courses.
*
Love is strange and life is cruel
to hate and kill is so absurd,
there is no fire without a fuel,
she never used an evil word.
*
There was a time before the disarrayed,
before famine and the neighbor’s plunder,
the singer sang, the fiddler played
and dancing loud as thunder.
*
All men shall be equal
but some men more than others,
though most of us are useful,
all men need their mothers.
