by Derek Morrison Over the two bridges that look like one For a border weave is today’s cycle run On the other side we’re through South Wales’ gate Onwards past Chepstow’s outskirts, keep riding straight. On the A466 to St Arvans, we head Now a small climb to the top, but no sweat need be […]
The nation was again to be great Return to glories, no vassal state But in fermenting their deadly drink Numbing senses of those that think These artisans of poison choice Claiming to hear the people’s voice Crafted a bitter bitter brew so bad That the people did ask Exactly; How is this better than what […]
by Derek Morrison You tell ‘your people’ to slow down He turned to see her wrinkled frown What ‘people’? He somewhat fazed You ‘people’ her face now blazed Her eyes had scanned his attire It was this that had set the fire His uniform was of the hated ‘others’ No individuals, just bands of brothers […]