–Roger McGough

 

I closed my eyes, held my breath
and tried to lie quite still
Refused to believe that death
applied to me, until

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–Roger McGough

 

The husk may crack
The chalksticks creak
The brain confused
The pulse is weak

But Time is your own, at least
And that beast, Passion
No longer screams to be fed.

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–Roger McGough

 

Cyanide in the forest
Dead fish in the sea
A loaded gun
Where the sun should be

May those who sold us
Down the river
As polluted
As the lies they told

Find their banknotes
Carcinogenic
Nuclear active
Their gold.

 

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