Poetic justice

Children who are always told what to do,
Who don't really know what they really want.

The storms within and the tears they hide;
The boomerang comes back in slow time.

The impossible

I think the hue and cry is about nothing.
You and I are not impossible.
You and I are too too different to be
Possible.

Heaven& Hell

You have raised heaven and hell
To get the things that you want.

Justice, equality, wages, voice
But never have sought a love.

For years it's been given up
And written away in verses.
An old dog of a heart asks now
Couldn't you've saved it all up?

The image once in the mirror
Was a bold warrior in armour
With no worthy cause to fight for
With no war worth winning.

Yes, it could have lived peacefully
Than the miss the one already gone.