Memories bleed when Beverly steeds
Can’t ride clouds. Ideas are energy-seeds
That grows on bad soil of thorny mistakes.
Lordly mountains look down on lakes
Which vibrate like ‘an aunt’s aubergine’.
Curse my sober gene! Winter is a snow machine
Living in my heart. My blood is benzene.
My head is a potty chair full of ‘brown porridge’.
I can’t buy a round orange! To scrounge a storage
Is my inevitable feat. The incredible greed
Is heritable. Indeed! I’m a vegetable freak.
Swords of hatred shave off my armpits.
The darkest pits dishearten my alarmed wits.
Disarm pigs who burn farm figs. Hard winds
Torture takes away lives, bones, and heads.
Psycho’s humour is not funny! Death spreads
Like a sunrise. Despair uses rifles and guns.
No one shuns blades of destiny. Cowardice grunts
And wets pants. Laughter shrivels in throats.
Missiles revive dawns painted red. The hose
Of flame will water all houses and dwellers.
Crying babies rot in cellars. Nuclear umbrellas
Are part of lies. Pang is guaranteed. Reed
Can’t save you. Ravens feed on our feet.
We’re elite food. We bleat loudly and heed
Grenades rolling outside. Memories bleed
If daggers tickle brains to satiate lust and greed.
Haemorrhage floods ruined cities and villages.
Stop the brutal war ignited by heartless pillagers!