GORDON SAUNDERS

GORDON SAUNDERS Poems

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In the dark twisted depths of despair
salamone staggeres into his filthy lair
reeking of opium, whiskey and rum
into his quarters, they looked so glum
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Bog brush, bog brush yer stinking o pee
i wouldne like tae be in your shoes no siree
well i shouldny really say shoes
mare o a stand
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It was either you
Or one or two of the few
without a doubt one of you knew
and of course, it could've been me too
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The harr’s a rollin’ in
From the ocean and far beyond
where the old man sits and hooks his bait
and sits patiently from mornin' tae late
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British politics
we're supposed to get our say
Why the hells our country being ran this way
Black, white, straight or gay
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They're always there causing a fuss
You all know who i mean the neds on the bus
smoking cheap soapbar and shouting so loud
i really bet their parents are o so proud
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GORDON SAUNDERS Biography

Just a lad fi edinburgh, thought id gie this a bash.)

The Best Poem Of GORDON SAUNDERS

1945

In the dark twisted depths of despair
salamone staggeres into his filthy lair
reeking of opium, whiskey and rum
into his quarters, they looked so glum
the candlelight flickered in the drafty room
cockroaches roamed, he was not alone
at the bottom of the glass he looked for the truth
whats happened to all those years? his mis-spent youth
pondering over those days during the war
doodlebugs that rained on the dull London night
Urchins gather shrapnel cos moneys so tight
an old womans finger bleeds as she sews her stocking
Grandads in an east end pub enjoying a lock in
So many faces numbing the pain
Are they here for the laughter or to stay out the rain
the stories they tell, how i wish they were all alive
its them we should thank for 1945

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