Where are we going?

Each day, we read, how we’re, so smart We invent and make more things,  So if we are, let’s play our part, Make sure the work no evil brings. Progress is the general call, Most has a value true, But equally our minds can be Blinded by the selfish view. Again it seems self-centred greed …

Great Investors!, New Billionaires!

Oh Great Investors!, New Billionaires!, You feel strong on account of your wealth Sure you worry about the price of your shares, But they’re not a good measure of health. Take more attention, is p’raps better advice, Of the wider effects of your work, For many believe, your self-centred greed Shows good ethics is something …

We are, each of us, responsible.

Song Saa, this idyllic isle, now warns us, what we should dread. Explaining how, the life we know hangs by a thin, and thinning, thread. Careless, we abuse our Earth, to satisfy desire, Despite the warnings, the life we love, will certainly expire. Dig the coal, pump the oil, let no-one bid us nay, Pollute …

Stone story.

The humble star of this story Is an insignificant stone Which during a volcanic eruption From the core of the Earth was thrown. It fell, cooled, then merely existed Nothing special, you’d say, just a flint But the Stoneage man was delighted When he saw the stone’s tell-tale glint. The stone chips flew, and the …

To all those who are companions to the dying.

Perhaps the least applauded, you work so peacefully,Providing care and comfort, to those who will not see,A future life before them, here on Earth, but hopefully,Their soul and spirit remembered, here and eternally. But Nurses, Doctors, Friends, whose dilligence displaysThe essence of humanity in many diff’rent waysLove, sympathy, devotion in all those final daysTo which …

The Prodigal Daughter

The pictures seen, from lands so far away, Can change our moods, and our convictions strain, Veiled mother’s face, conceals, what she might say Beside, her starving child, entreats, in vain. So how can we reject an ‘Isil’ bride? Her chosen way, was not what we might choose But let us not, her honest faith, …

Political electioneering

We are becoming submerged in a cacophony of news, Each day the avalanche continues, many vibrant views, Often exaggerated to whet our appetite With opinions, unrelated to what is wrong or right. No time for thoughtful discussion, of what really should be done Before another deluge falls, the politics re-spun Heads must roll, to say …