War Graves

War Graves

There up on the hill remain the hidden reminders of what went on there

Lost tunnels now half buried and covered by undergrowth

An old water collection system dammed form a stream

Broken pottery from dead soldiers' plates

Rusting spent bullets and abandoned tools

Old weapons now treasure to the serious collector

And most poignant of all the forgotten graves of the soldiers

Only God knows the number and where they lie

How they died is known to them and to Him

All of this is an example of war and its utter stupidity

Young men forever lost on a foreign battlefield

Sent here to fight and die by their government

Now remembered by nobody except me...

Views and Feelings

Views and Feelings

I love the hills and mountains for the solitude they bring

Nothing comes to close to how they make me feel

A feeling I cannot put into words but its there

Filling every single atom of my being with power

And other things from the high places way up here

Being at sea level is not like this and there is no compare

Higher levels positively affect my consciousness and soul

While slowly lifting my body up one boot step at a time

Even if I’m physically tired up here I am somewhere else

There is no worldly comparison to high ground views and feelings

Fucking Bird

Fucking Bird

I’ve never known stress like it doing a job

Do this and do that all day long

Put a brush up your arse and sweep up

Work seven days a week even at weekends

And do two hours over overtime

Adding to two hours undertime

So we have no free time and get no sleep

Our life is our job and the job our life

I never signed the contract for this crap

But now you have me by my balls

You see there is a special clause

Inserted by the company

Just in case I wanna quit

It’s one of those work till you die ones

But it’s fine for I’ve a solution

I’ll change my body and become someone else

Then I’m free as a fucking bird...