

Other Peoples CancersWhen I was young 5 or 6 the old man next door ,Chris, died of lung cancer .the last time I saw him they were bringing him home to die I still remember it clearly. Then there was the newly wed woman with the powder blue Citron car who lived in the corner house , she died of throat cancer , I cant remember her name , I think it was Karen but I remember her age she was 24. My dad had cancer of the prostrate after radio therapy he was given the all clear . His brother had cancer of the lymph gland after treatment he was given the all clearOther Peoples Cancers


Fields of GreenIn times long ago in place that I know I could rest my head in fields of green underneath skies the bluest Ive seenFields of Green
with song on the breeze in fields of green
I could lament on the past
as all good things may come to pass
but hope for the future keeps me happy inside
As long as I dream in these fields of green
Ive walked long and hard
I followed the star
To countries so close , near and a far Ive stood on the shores
bare foot in the sand as Ive listened to voices of my faraway land &


VICTORY GIN 1984-2007VICTORY GINVICTORY GIN 1984-2007
1984 -2007
They mixed half truths with lies Reality with dreams Propaganda was all . All that it seems
You heard it on the radio And watched it on TV In the cinema
as a Hollywood movie
And you washed it all down
With your Victory Gin
Because it made you feel good and warm within
Some where in the city
theres a funeral march
and nobody noticed
as it slowly went past
And the tears of the widow
were lost in the rain
And with Victory Gin
so was her pain
You try and


never forgetting the forgotten………We were very proud of our boys,never forgetting the forgotten
Every white cross and every grave stone ,every battered body ,every fatherless child and every widowed wife and every lost life ….. …..We were very proud of our boys ,every broken mind , every shell shocked soul ,every firing squad and every tear shed . …. we were very proud of our boys
our glorious dead
We swapped their lives for poppies red
And every monument to wasted lives , tearful parents with blood shot eyes
for king and country one and all into the mud we watched them fall …. …….We were very proud of our boys


No more Kings.No more Kings.No more Kings.
Saucer with rings Like it should belong in space. Although this hit with a crash (and it was no lie) The gentle clink-clink-cink of the cup like a wavering heartbeat, so erratic. Wrinkled hands clutching at what she had left.
The guitar was silent. Except for one song, on refrain. Tears? The sudden stop of the background (music) Which bought all the memories back. thinking of his unjustified existance.
A holy man praying. Witness to the chaos Smiling, somewhat content. &nb


Always RememberAlways remember the poppies that blow,Always Remember
Between the crosses row on row.
Always remember the crosses that stand,
Proud and tall throughout the land.
Always remember that freedom comes at a price, The price was paid, The cost was life.
Always remember those who dies for the cause, Those who gave their lives during the wars.
Always remember the lesson they taught, Why they died, Why they fought.
So future genereations could live without fear, And just remember, They're always near.
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