poetry walking in shadows

WALKING IN SHADOWS

WALKING IN SHADOWS NONE MY OWN

DESOLATE PLACE COMPLETELY ALONE

TURNING CORNERS IN CIRCLES I GO

WHERE I WILL END UP, I DO NOT KNOW

CHANGES ALL AROUND BUT ONLY FOR THE WORSE

PROGRESS ISNT ALWAYS A BLESSING, IT CAN BE A CURSE

FAMILIAR PLACES BUT NOW THE MEMORIES FADE

WITH THIER FANCY IDEAS THEY TRY TO PERSUADE

MODERNISATION TO THE FUTURE LOOKING AHEAD

THE METAPHORICAL OSTRICH THAT BERIES HIS HEAD

COSTLY CONSTRUCTION, MONSTROCITIES RISE

CARBUNKALS OF DISTRUCTION APPEAR BEFORE OUR EYES

THOSE WITH MONEY HAVE BOTH THE VOICE AND CHOICE

FORGET THE FIESTA YOU NEED THE ROLLS ROYCE

IT’S NOT WHAT YOU KNOW, BUT WHO YOU KNOW

THE SHAKERS AND THE MAKERS THAT RUN THE SHOW

FOR YOU AND I MERE MORTALS FROM PLANET EARTH

A MATTER OF GREAT IMPORTANCE AND MUCH WORTH

OUR EYES ARE OPEN BUT WE DONT ALWAYS SEE

BUT WE CANNOT IGNORE OR SIMPLY JUST AGREE

FROM A PLACE I ONCE KNEW I RECOGNISE NO MORE

I DONT KNOW MUCH BUT ONE THINGS FOR SURE

WITH RECKLESS ABANDONMENT WE HEAD FOR A FALL

AFFECTING NOT JUST ONE, BUT EVERY PERSON ONE AND ALL

THIS OUR WORLD UNLESS WE WAKE TO SEE

WILL SOON BE DESTROYED, RESIGNED TO HISTORY

WE MUST NOT FORGET OUR HERITAGE AND PAST

OR FOREVER LIVE OUR LIVES WITH OUR HEADS IN THE GALLOWS

AND ETERNALLY RESIGN OURSELVES TO WALKING IN SHADOWS