In the fire
the end of time burns
I was the last messenger
I pray that I will hold you when the fire comes.
We slumbered,
out numbered
by those who are asleep
so deep they couldn’t hear
and left over fears
from the last explosion
which began with an emotion
love which burns with hope
I fear the end
but lover time has to bend
and be refashioned
A twisting entity
that eventually brings change
rearrange
the memories.
Records and tapes
times that were great
when mobile phones didn’t exist
or were brick like
we went on hikes
long walks
football games in the park
until it got dark
we played board games
and weren’t board
hero quest and chess
Droughts snakes and ladders were the best
Rubiks cubes
Ice pop tubes
frozen lollies
going to the beach
with a brolly
being active roly polys
watching 4 TV channels
going to grans who always had the radio on
feeding the ducks and swans
with my Mum
Dad taught to ride a bike
without stabilisers
play fighting with siblings what could go wrong?
feeling invincibly strong
and a feeling of hope
the future wouldn’t be a joke
and it was the end of era
a 80s child a 90s young man
somethings you have to experience to understand.
When black is the new white
When the TV doesn’t sell shite
When the stars go out in the heavens
When I win on the slot machine with lucky sevens
When money doesn’t rule the world
When racism is no longer spoken
When mankind truly sees and is not broken
When we are one
Under one nation one Kingdom of love and of hope
It will be time to stop the clocks.