When Bob Geldof fed the world
He swore on live T.V.,
Desperate to spread the message.
This music wasn’t free!
The 'juke-box' in our living rooms
Was to help alleviate
Starvation in North Africa,
Death at frightening rate.
‘Don’t go down the pub tonight,
Stay in, watch this instead.
Send us your f***in’ money,
We’ll turn it into bread!’
They turned it into ships and trucks,
Gave shelter, clothes and soap.
They dug them wells for water,
Gave people back their hope.
Tuesday, 25 October 2011
Monday, 3 October 2011
Four haikus for October 3rd, 2011
Dark, silent morning
Delayed autumn approaches
Leaves crunch underfoot
Azure sky dazzles
My skin warms to the Sun's touch
October's surprise
Cloud rolls down the hill
Summer's last gasp vanished now
Autumn's chill returns
Evening sky darkens
Gloomy air fills with their cries
Leather winged, they feed
Delayed autumn approaches
Leaves crunch underfoot
Azure sky dazzles
My skin warms to the Sun's touch
October's surprise
Cloud rolls down the hill
Summer's last gasp vanished now
Autumn's chill returns
Evening sky darkens
Gloomy air fills with their cries
Leather winged, they feed
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