jim hogg Poems
- Twenty Seventeen The drawbridge raised, the curfew ...
- Between The Notes I played my life between the notes on the...
- The Runners I A dirty old wall ran north and south ...
- A Life It begins like a spring begins. and it flows, runs, ...
- If You'Re Smiling Now Well I'm no tongue tied teenage kid No...
- Song Of Bones I imagine valleys and no pecking order ...
- Hard Times Tomorrow's only minutes down the road Across this...
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The drawbridge raised, the curfew sounds
and cops with tasers do the rounds.
Those nineteen sixties dreams of peace
so quickly turned to disbelief.
And automation, we supposed,
brought leisure like we'd never known.
It's what the teachers told us when
both you and I were only ten.
And there's no hope, no justice here,
just insecurity and fear
It helps to keep us cheap and weak
If we're just one week from the street
Your letters say you miss me dear
You haven't seen me for a year
And I would hold you if I could
But now it's ...