Keep the Home Fires Burning

Determined to deny the land
Of one of its favoured appeals,
The impetus that strives
To ease it smoothly along
As if on well oiled wheels
And caring not for survival,
The deceitful disease,
Clothed in shameful pretence,
Settles in all stations of purity
To rattle Mother Nature,
And destroy her hard won security.


For the foul will displace the fair
When managers of assiduous ambition,
Swollen as they are with ignorance who,
Not knowing what they do
Gnaw into central controls.
They disorder signals, destroy discernment
And pause but briefly to ignore
The sickly smell of burning flesh.
Which coats all with death’s black uniform
Distilled from the coal and fatty mesh
And spreadfar by it’s rampaging firestorm.



To those wolves in sheep's clothing,
Deprived of good sense,
Impart a clear message that tells them
It is the smell alone that is truth's essence.