Picture courtesy of http://www.ostrichheadinsand.com There they are
our leaders there
Living without
a worry or care
Whilst we
suffer everyday
Heads in the sand
like Ostriches I say
Struggles are seen
all the time
The ostriches sit
say all is fine
Whilst a man loses
his job and home
A tent for him
so scared and alone
Wars and bonuses
cost the country so
Whilst the people
suffer, money is blown
So much money out
there to use
That could fix the
country if they choose
But sitting comfortable
are these hooded powerful
As we fight to live
and pay for those that rule
Meanwhile the man in his
tent freezes at night
Eats unhealthily
what a sad sight
Then the old with
heating bills to pay
Can’t afford them
as the ostriches play
Tears fall from many
a sorrowful face
In this sad messed up
world of the human race
Ostriches there are
on both sides of the fence
But it’s the poor
who have no defence
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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