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Have A Nice Day
by Dave Cash
Poverty? You want poverty?
Across your T V screen?
I could show you.
Would it move you?
Would you shout “obscene”.
I must somehow doubt it.
Maybe quietly, to yourself.
But loud, and where it matters
I don’t think so
You’re too stealth.
I saw a girl in Mexico
A stick-insect with breasts.
Two little ones on either side
And one held to her chest.
Her hands stretched out for money
To survive another day
Bill and I just smiled at her
And slowly drove away
We’d given all our money
A couple of miles before
And rich boy’s Plastic Visa
Aren’t accepted by the poor.
Geldolf tried, and Glitter lied
A Rock ‘n’ Roll dichotomy.
But still we can’t alleviate
A simple thing like poverty.
If the dosh we spend on weapons
Was used to feed the rest
Economies would prosper
Humanity at it’s best
It’s just another pipe dream
Say the people who’re in charge
We agree with it in principal
Application’s rather hard.
Of course it is, you dickwad.
I’m sorry. I’m just that mad.
There’s no oil in Northern Mexico
That’s the reason it’s so sad.
I often recall that woman
As I eat my ample meal
And I wonder if she has food today
And how her children feel
Every religion I have studied
Every creed that I have read
Promises life eternal
After we are dead
But what about the living
Have we lost the art of giving?
I’ve never found a prophet yet
Who told me ‘kill my neighbour’
It’s man who’s taken spoken words
And made them unfamiliar
The media takes a slap, of course
And sometimes justified
But on the whole we’ve tried to sift
The truthful from the lies
I’ve just had a clarity moment
The Wright Stuff on channel five
Doctor Miriam Stoppard
Summing up my life
Well damn! The media works
If only to raise a smile
And as long as it does, for some of us,
It’ll make the crap worthwhile
Now, would you like to see
The real thing on T.V.?
No political agendas
No reruns of Eastenders
Just a few guys
who are media-wise
And know where to find the truth
But we need to do it this year, my friend
Before all hell breaks loose.
Secrets
by Dave Cash
You say it’s all too simple
You want smart ass poetry
They said that about John Betjeman
But I’d have him round for tea.
I just write what I see
How it comes to me
No political agendas
No stockings and suspenders
Well, maybe them, but only when
The image comes to mind
Like Sunday night when a lady friend
was feeling extra kind
No, I’m going to keep it simple
So everyone will know
What’s happening in Lebanon,
South London and Mexico
So, if you don’t like my poetry
And think it’s another blog
Then you can kiss my ass my friend
You’re an academic snob.
I don’t want Oxbridge graduates
Telling me what to do
Been there, done that, got the shirt
And took their money too
This tome is for the punters
From Peckham to Timbuktu
It’s for ordinary people
Folks like me and you
And if I’ve hit a nerve
It’s no more than you deserve
Would you like to make a difference?
Or does that sound absurd?
Well, could you make a stand
And improve the lot of man?
Take Bush and Brown to task
Or are you too scared to ask?
I don’t blame you if you are
They may blow up your car
I hope you’re not inside
It’s a stupid place to hide
Or you could stay anonymous
And they won’t know where to find you
Of course they will, you silly fool
They’re walking right behind you
Yet still there is a part of me
That believes in peace on earth
If only for the children’s sake
Please don’t make matters worse
But you will, I know you will
Halibarton’s still at large
Iraq, Iran, another scam,
the loonies still in charge……………………………2Bcont…
My Friend
by Dave Cash
I have a sweet, dear Muslim friend
One of the best I’ve had, I’d say.
He always put your interest first
And prays five times a day
I remember in the first Gulf war
He invited us to dinner
Along with Nicky Horne and wife
Who was looking fresh and slimmer
“Lets all give thanks” he said at the end
“Here’s a Christian, me, and a Jew.
And we’re sitting down laughing, breaking bread.
Does that say things to you?”
I gave my thanks and raised my glass
“A toast to loving friends.”
We drank our wine, he drank his milk
Good buddies to the end.
That was several years ago
Will it ever be the same?
Because of fear of reprisal
I can’t even speak his name.
I walk the streets of London
Or the countryside of Kent
And wonder where the laughter’s gone
And why the trees are bent.
I hear the planes come screaming by
To Manston down the road
And I wonder how much time we have
Before we overload
Please don’t kill each other
Think ‘Christian, me and the Jew’
Naive, stupid, it’s up to you now.
It’s just my point of view
The Gift Of Life
By
A.G.Britton/M. Black/A. Grano
Tell me, have you ever had a time
When you need someone to lend a helping hand
If you can remember how it feels
To need someone, then you should understand
‘Cause the greatest gift that you can give
You have it deep inside
And it’s the greatest gift of all
The gift of life
If you take the time to help someone
That needs you to survive
Well it’s the greatest gift of all
The gift of life
Have you, have you ever seen the joy
Of someone who lives to see another day
Tell me, if you could save someone
And it wouldn’t cost a thing
What would you say?
How would it feel
To make a difference in this world?
To be an angel to some boy or little girl
If you could take a moment of your time
And give a greater gift than diamonds, gold, or pearls
The gift of life