Battle

Poetry

#Fowc #Battle

There’s always fighting somewhere….

Land, Places

Resources, Religion

All led by crackpot ideas and beliefs

Of course, the one’s leading the charge

Disappear off to the back of the crowd

While his (or her) men are fighting it out

Leaving them chance – to act all statesmanlike

at a memorial of stone

with names engraved – of those fallen

Respite

Life, Weather

#FOWC #Respite

How i wish the rain would give me a break

Even now, concentric circles are being created

In the wells and cracks of the tarmac outside

Garden’s might appreciate the water – but its not what i’d call

Hot, the rain is decidedly cold today

Hopes are, mother nature will provide a little respite

On which occasion – i won’t get drenched in the stairrods

Partisan

Poetry, Politics

#fowc #partisan

I

They never were the strongarmed type

but something had to give

as a wave of protest

moved down the main street

II

The feet moved down the tarmac

from the air they looked like the sea

The sound building like a roar

passing by the windows

III

The banners moved on forward

and chanting filled the air

till brought to a halt by the policemen

those in charge – had come prepared