The Spoils of Peace
As echoes of past conflicts start to fade, The dissipating fog lays bare what’s planned; Whilst treaties dance upon a blunted blade, With bloodied fist
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
As echoes of past conflicts start to fade, The dissipating fog lays bare what’s planned; Whilst treaties dance upon a blunted blade, With bloodied fist
Within the salt-encrusted lakes of time, Are secret bubbles formed by primal cast; We excavate these drops from faded brine, To understand the structure of
Beneath the rock lies liquid gold, With pressures set and bills to fold; But prospectors should be aware, Removal must be done with care.
Plant a tree Go Barbados and plant A palm tree Turn the water off Drink booze Take a shower with Someone else Take a shower
A valley in the sands of time, Beyond a place, a paradigm; A confluence, a new frontier, Where science breaks the bonds of fear.
To get rid of your plastic bags And help reduce your waste Buy yourself some nice wax worms, They have exquisite taste. A handful
Humid summer sun… The pores of the city clogged With our human sweat – You deftly sprinkle water Cool our streets and cleanse our sins
The nightshade is a plant locked in a war, They keep their pollen under lock and key From pollen thieves who try to hit their
Antarctic sea shelves are diverse, With worms and seastars worth acclaim; Conditions are not too adverse, The sea life is never the same. But
Soil microorganisms are a pest, Releasing petagrams of C O two As a by-product of what they digest. Whilst nitrogen deposits do accrue, More harmful