( ……….. ) by David R Mellor

It comes home

When it comes home

When he comes home

And she didn’t

 

It bites hard

When we don’t

Know

Where

to start

when he walked in

and she was carried

 

out

of the auditorium

the encores still trickling

down

       into

            into

                 into

when he comes home  

and  she didn’t   

Strong and Unstable by David R Mellor

Strong and unstable

Get down on your knees

You have nothing between your ears

Love me… love me, please

Don’t have a conscious

We can do without that

We’ve capped your ability to think clear

Vote for me…

I have lovely beads

 

I’m a strong bitch

I’ll kick your street lights out

I’ll make the north a level playing field

A car park with zero hours contractors at night

 

I have your best interests at heart…

You secretly don’t want to live that long

At the foodbank you can queue with your sort

And we can rest on our offshore banking, for sure

 

You can vote for a strong and stable death

I will put the nails in myself

They answered the call to prayer by David R Mellor

On their knees

For the unholy one ..

For the veil to fall on every woman’s face

Every beer to be swiped from every hand

 

They answered the call 

Of the devil, dry and poisonous to touch

to…

Slash

 Ataturk’s throat

Snap

 Freedom of speech

Gas

Protesters and leave their bodies hanging in the streets

Turn Kurds

 Into dead meat

 

They answered the drum beat

Pounding through street

Let’s become greater Saudi Arabia

With me the sultan on the seat

This Bastard Generation by David R Mellor

The dust has settled

On this burnt out land

Wiping up a desert storm of hatred

“Get out of My Land”

 

This bastard generation took it upon themselves

To set fire to happiness

Torch a refugee home

Spit in the face of their neighbour,

 Drilled holes of hatred into their children’s eyes

 

The dust has settled

On this burnt out land

 

The dust had settled …

Poisoned the waterways and arteries

Of our land

 

Leaving behind only

This bastard generation

X marks the spot, it will hurt by David R Mellor

X marks the spot
It will hurt.

I don’t give a fuck about politics
Just my pound in the pocket
Cut the NHS
To the bare bone
Send that immigrant home

X marks the spot
It will hurt

But not me
I’ve got tax free savings
A mansion with no tax
Nothing will hurt me

And then…

I’m relying on an expert Indian surgeon
To save my frail mother

Too late

Sent one back
And the other is shut down

X marks the spot
And it did hurt