The coldest country on earth
Is not Lapland? Isn’t
that silly
It’s a place that make
you shiver
But nothing at all
like Chile
The coldest country on earth
Is not Lapland? Isn’t
that silly
It’s a place that make
you shiver
But nothing at all
like Chile
If the mountains of the world
Were to be put to the
test
The most intelligent
one
Would be mount
cleverest
The Ebola crisis is causing concern
And is causing the
Americans to fret
And what the people
want to know
Is why aren’t their
troops there yet
The needles lie half submerged
Bleached
skeletal vertebrae
Of a long
dead sunken beast
That once
basked in Alum bay
The world has become a smaller place
And it will
never be a big world again
But wherever
you go things are the same
I wish I
could uninvent the Aeroplane
On the Mull of Kintyre
I stood atop the steep
cliffs
On a day so crisp and
clear
And looked out towards
the east
And it was possible to
see
The mystical Ailsa
Craig
And the Ayrshire coast
beyond
On the Mull of Kintyre
I stood atop the steep
cliffs
On a day so crisp and clear
And looked out towards
the west
Where it was possible
to make out
Malin Head in Donegal
On the Mull of Kintyre
I stood atop the steep
cliffs
On a day so crisp and
clear
And looked out towards
the west
Where it was possible
to see
Rathlin Island clear
as day
And Ballycastle just
beyond
“Dad, Dad where are the Alps”?
“I’m sorry son I
cannot say
Ask your mother she’s
the one
Who tidies all the
stuff away”?
I just returned yesterday
From the town of
Oldham
But as that is in the
past now
I suppose it should be
Feltham
Can you imagine what it would be like?
To live on a housing estate
And be permanently ill
at ease
Feeling your
neighbours hate
Not just occasional
hatred
But every day for
sixty years
Each successive act of
hate
Designed to optimise
your fears
Can you imagine what
it would be like?
To fear not just for
your own life
But to be fearful for
the safety
Of your children and
your wife
Having to be always
vigilant
Trying to anticipate
their acts of spite
Surrounded by a sea of
bile
For six decades
without respite
Can you imagine what
it would be like?
To know all your neighbour’s
want your death
Want to eradicate you
from existence
To squeeze from you
your dying breath
If you can imagine
this kind of life
And feel that bitter
hatred daily
Then you should
perhaps understand
How it feels to be an
Israeli
Maria was asked by the teacher
To go to the map and
find America
The girl walked to the
map and pointed
“Here it is miss, this
is America”
“Well done, now class
who can tell me
Who discovered
America?”
Immediately a boy’s
hand shot in the air
“That’s easy miss it
was Maria”
Once in South-western Germany
In a time now only a tropical echo
Lived an insectivorous lizard
Known now as a Blackforest gecko
I was surprised to find
My wife was interested
In the Amazon Basin
But it turned out to be a fad
As she became disinterested
When it arrived broken
It’s funny the effect that global communications have had on our lives in the way it has shrunken the globe.
It
doesn’t seem to matter where in the world a disaster occurs whether it be, an
act of terrorism, a ferocious act of nature or simply a terrible accident we
know about it instantly.
Then
within an hour of the story breaking a BBC news crew will find a relative of
one of the victims living in England.
If
a meteor was to strike a previously undiscovered village in the depths of the
Amazon jungle a relative of one of the dead villagers will be found living on a
rundown housing estate in East London.
There is a rhetorical question
That
gives me indigestion
How come Hawaii at any rate
Does not have an interstate