the wonder is that changes do not hurt
the pain's inside and owes most to delay
we've left our terrors cringing in the dirt
the answers given now are rude and curt
the angry mouths their spittle widely spray
the wonder is that changes do not hurt
around the problems politicians skirt
they fill the silence with the words they say
we've left our terrors cringing in the dirt
the fearless leader's caught in sudden spurt
fleeing the sunlight into soothing grey
the wonder is that changes do not hurt
with honesty and honour they now flirt
but ask a question and they will not stay
we've left our terrors cringing in the dirt
so rare it is these days when truths they blurt
that it seems like a sudden bright new day
the wonder is that changes do not hurt
we've left our terrors cringing in the dirt
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
23 November 2006
i couldn't possibly comment
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