Matt Pocock Poems

His eyes reflect the golden fire, his pupils burning bright
As he turns away they feel a sudden, crying urge to fight
Big Old Ben has run away, they always thought it might
London's Burning
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Goodbye, City of Blinding Lights
You never were my friend
I was born to you, my sweetheart but
You'll never see my end
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A Skyman floats from crackling sunlit sky
With full intention to himself deny
He takes a pull upon his parachute
And as it's failing, falls to fear's fruit
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The electricity in the lamp light is too much for me
I don't pretend to preach any kind of philosophy
The jesus jackanories can only sit and speak
As an angel on the double carriageway falls asleep
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Forget about your country's history
To hell with all the zionistic imagery
The grudges that you hold don't matter really
I don't care about your religious integrity
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There's a branch way up high in the great forest's leaves
There's a fungus that grows there, delicious and green
And all the ground bugs are in great ecstasy
For today it will fall, said an old prophecy
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She found herself awake, abreast
Of street, some new-found God had blessed
Her with some new-found spirit: Anger.
Her phone vibrates, her 'mother' rang her.
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A man who fires a gun is cursed
With some unflat'ring title. Worse,
He faces prosecution thus
And other such unholy fuss.
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My calling came upon the hour of noon.
For when, they said, my time will finish soon.
And as I lay upon the camping bed,
I knew that very soon I would be dead.
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What if the police were yet dissolved,
By some old conflict unresolved?
Would mankind lay to rest their arms?
Or would they lay to rest their qualms?
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