The beast roams the concrete jungle and trails of tarmac laid,
To prey on helpless victims that a deprived society raised.
Not for food to feed it’s young, who’s bellies empty are,
But for video’s and tellys or someone else’s car.
The media is the messenger in the game,
Sending out the tentacles of shame,
Informing the players on the board
Whether victims die by gun or sword.
Have you ever said goodbye,
Not your every day goodbye.
Like I’ll see you tomorrow, or see you later,
I mean Permanent, forever goodbye.
I invite the world,
Pick up a pen.
Write down your thoughts, empty your brain,
let words spew forth like falling rain.
Friday December 1st 2006
A report in the New’s this Morning informing us that two
Animal rights movement members, were elected to Holland’s Parliament.
It’s the Year 2007
But remember the day when you had your photo took,
They took your best side, took your best look.
You felt like a model it was something renown,
Let’ give our love another chance
And fill our lives with new romance
Free our hearts and let them fly,
Let our lives be full of joy.
We live in a cottage in the country,
Brightside our haven is named.
Our lives are Always in sun,
And the song of birds on parade.
Have you ever been to dog agility, well we attended one to day.
It’s a chance for pets in the canine world to put on a good display.