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Friday, 18 February 2011

Excuse Me, Sir

Excuse me, Sir

Did you have to order
The most expensive food
That is on the menu

When outside the window
A hungry child looks in
Only dreaming of this

You waste half the plate
So it is thrown away
But never a scrap for us

Excuse me, Sir

You buy for your own sake
Not really needing it
For it is left to be forgotten

Never thinking what you could do
Sparing for the needy with nothing
One percent of your money is too much

You do not believe in charity
Millions wasted for your own good
The rich always rob from the poor

 
 

Wednesday, 16 February 2011

Only The Dead Are Without Fear

In these times we live
We see horror take hold
And we try to survive
Knowing all that we do
Seems to be never enough

Wars come and are fought
Where the brave will die
Scared in a battle far away
Terror striking in a distant land
Praying they will make it home

Only the dead are without fear
For the dead can no longer feel
Never aware of the thousand flowers
That will adorn a thousand graves
Only the dead are without fear



copyright Chris Smith 2011

Sunday, 13 February 2011

They Are Coming

They are coming, getting closer
I try hard but can not awaken

They are coming, getting closer
This is no dream, I was mistaken

They are coming, searching for me
If only I could escape somewhere

They are coming, searching for me
I am trapped in this nightmare

They are coming, stalking now
Who will be there to hear my cry?

They are coming, stalking now
Please help me, I do not want to die

They are coming, they have my scent
All I want is to come out of this dream

They are coming, they have my scent
All is left for me is to scream

They are coming, they are here



copyright Chris Smith 2011