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.