Statistic, by Fiona Field

I dreamt i was a statistic on the National news
Crushed just as the commentator took his cues
I guess in reality that’s all i really am
Product of a society that doesn’t give a damn
..
Victim of a victimless crime
A Man without reason or rhyme
The hiccup in a babies cry
Just another sign of the times
..

Knives and guns and bombs ablaze
Or could it be I’m being tased
Another economic refugee
Or a slave to the wheels of industry
Depicted in the graffiti on a deserted city wall
A master of many who simply had to fall
A lonely poet who heard the call
But couldn’t get out from behind the wall
In time to comune with his fellow souls
..
I dreamt i was a statistic on the National news
Crushed just as the commentator took his cues
I guess in reality that’s all i really am
Product of a society that doesn’t give a damn.

Thoughts on Brexit 07/08/2018, by Fiona Field

I’m scared to write this poem
And I don’t know where to start
For it would seem to indicate
A Nation torn apart
..
Some would have us believe
That words enrage, and feed a destructive flame
And its better to put up and shut up
But tell me, what good did silence do us
In a time not so long past?
..
I see an indelible hatred
Fed by rumours and lies
Bred from an inbred
Lack of knowledge of the real problems
..
Simple economic solutions sought 
Based on 
Shoddy, half baked theories bought
Over common sense
And a tearing down of brotherly love
That we dared to share
Just one or two decades ago
..
Surely that would be 
Better revived
Than this core
Of corruption and deception
And unsubtle lies
Fed us from above
That deride good intentions
Breed fear and distrust
And prevents us
From reaching out
To our fellow Man
..
I’m scared to write this poem
And I don’t know where to start
For it would seem to indicate
A Nation torn apart.

The Guinea Pig Line by Fiona Field

Oo…crank call
Crank ca…a…a…all

Crank call from a man without a face
Whatever your defence he’s reaching for his case
This is the guinea pig line
Did spring…to mind at the time

There was a time
I could not bear
To see wild animals tamed
To see those humans made lame
But there was no need
To freeze my pain
It was the rat-race
And seeing those medicine men again
Seeing the medicine…amen

I was just the prisoner
Shame you stole my dreams
I was just the prisoner
Though things aren’t what they seem
This is still…the guinea pig line

Shame you stole my sense of danger
Shame your legal needles stole my…
Mind…values…and pride
This is still the guinea pig line

Because you had me lame
Four walls on all sides
You had me chained
Four walls on all sides
You had me maimed
Four walls on all sides
You…had…me…framed

Though I’m just the prisoner
I hope you see this time
This is not the guinea pig line
This is not the guinea pig line
This is not the guinea pig line
Can’t you see, set me free
Let me be
Because this ain’t justice.