As the suffering soldiers brawled and bled,

Yet still, a thought running through their head,

Of course, it'll be over by christmas.

He drove all day, in the postman's van,

Now writing letters, with shaking hands,

Until one day, he no longer can,

But still, it’ll be over by christmas.

She waits at home, “he's coming back”

Till she gets a box. With an army backpack.

A letter of apology, the time of death.

It’ll be over by christmas.

So with the shells, and foreboding gas,

We lay, stock still, among the poppies and grass

Anyways, it’ll be over by christmas

Then broken. Not a second of guilt.
creatures can be caught within your labyrinth.

You can try to hide in the dark,

But you can be burned in a single spark.
By the fear of those that fear you
So you crawl away.

Some speak of your malicious intent,
Not of the promise you present.
You catch many in the smallest snare,
With a web that hangs lighter than air.
Into which, you crawl away.

And were naively believed

By those who are now “honourably” dead

Never knowing they were deceived

“It will be over by Christmas” they said

Wars are fuelled with promised glory

To those who died in failure 

“The war to end all wars” they said

With patriotic frenzy war is sold

They needn’t make their world a battlefield

Ever think they are deprived of their right of growing old?

But all they said was. “The war to end all wars”.

Was the glorious campaign

To save our country from crime,

From them, with all of their filth and grime,

And all of the us treated them with disdain.

Her emails got leaked, it caused such a stain

On her reputation, what a pain, what a pain

Lock her up was our common rhyme

Yet all the while his crime rate did climb

Make America Great Again

Look where we are now. Kids protest in vain,

“Our schools aren’t safe” and see a bloodstain,

The crime didn’t decline

And we’re not in peace time 

Make America Great Again

Discard their leaves 

Which gracefully drift down,

Covering the ground with hues of red

Orange, gold and brown.

Autumn. The ineffable season after summer

When the days become shorter,

The weather becomes cold and bitter

And the grey sky pours with rain. 

The smell of smoke in the cool air

And trees with branches that are bare. 

The sound of crisp leaves crackling

And twigs, under footsteps, snapping. 

Hedgehogs burrow under piles of leaves

When it is autumn. 

her second, a pearl who refused to let go

she whispered “I’ll be back soon” what a lie

waiting in the garden made spinel cry

her family mourned, thought her dead

from blue’s eyes, constant tears were shed 

6000 years still not done

but now they’re after the son 

of a diamond who lived as a rose

pearl had no choice, orders obeyed,

to never speak a word, even after the fray,

not a fusion or trapped, honing, a power all his own

he’s not his mother, the secrets are blown,

of a diamond who lived as a rose 

I see your disgust and hatred,

I am alive but lifeless. Staring into oblivion I see

her through rose tinted glass, I hide, separated,

How can we ignore the truth.

I awake, realising the pure and sacred light,

Shivering, I listen to birds’ perfect cacophony,

The burnt orange sphere of fire ascends once more, so bright,

I gaze into this miraculous infinity, engulfed by time and mystery,

How can we ignore the truth.

I beg, I beg you, please remember through your cries, 

They may laugh but I surrender,

Sunflowers will rise through the darkness and lies,

How can we ignore the truth.