Poetry

Paradise Cove

That stunning sandy cove,

Swallowed whole by the raging tide.

For hours it remains only as memory,

Gone, but not lost, just missing.

The pull of the moon shifts,

And mercifully the tide retreats.

The scourge of the sea abates,

A secluded paradise, reborn.

Never is beauty safe,

But always is it present.

Waiting to be escape its oppressor,

Longing to be cherished, and nurtured. 

Still There is Hope

We are on the road to failure,

But we are as of yet not doomed.

Hidden behind the agenda of the elite,

Are the working class heroes in waiting.

Stand up, come on, let your voices be heard,

Get up and fight for your rights.

This is the moment, clear as day,

Here lies the future at your feet.

This is it.

The time has come for action,

No longer are words enough.

History must ever repeat itself,

Lest we forget who we are.

Stand up, come on, let your voices be heard,

Get up and fight for your rights.

Finally enough is simply enough,

The past has come to the fore.

This is it.