William Sinclair Manson's poetry

Born in a World of hate guns and knives the way nothing to look forward to except horror every day. Ethnic groups everywhere fighting for their right looking after their families every day and night Days and nights in fear wondering when it will come not living in a fairy tale far from a beating drum. Children as young as five carrying weapons to kill education not an option edging for blood to spill. Parents in jail or dead no one to discipline the young left in a world of commotion whistling the tune as its sung. What is the answer? no one seems to know just statistics to quote as the hatred feeds to grow. We are all to blame safe in our own little World forgetting whats really going on while carnage and fighting unfurled. Look around what do you see? the youth ,going nowhere brushed under the carpet in a place were life isn't fair. CHILDREN OF WAR Please checkout MY PUBLISHED BOOKS Please checkout BLOG PROMOTIONS Please checkou...

Trees of beauty growing wild a family tanning with a little child weather fabulous lovely and mild bushes trimmed and beautifully styled. Dogs of all sizes chasing balls the fun fair is out, with candy floss stalls Green keeper busy, doing his rounds fish ponds cloudy, bubbling sounds. A blissful place on a beautiful day the smell of cut grass, the aroma will stay picnics everywhere, buzzing bees waving them off towards the trees blankets full of tasty delights dad and son playing toy fights. couples hugging, kids in pools Authorities present using their tools. beautiful land full of green it has to be appreciated, has to be seen. BEAUTIFUL SIGHTS Please checkout MY PUBLISHED BOOKS Please checkout BLOG PROMOTIONS Please checkout SHORT STORIES Please checkout PUBLIC POEMS Please checkout BILLY'S RANTS   THANKS OR VISITING.

These days we often worry  whether we can eat or starve bills and debts piling up  no holiday to the Algarve.. Food banks loom, it's a God send when nothing is left to eat While the rich get fatter of this land the poor are battered and beat. Nowadays bills come first as we try to rob Peter to pay Paul children are going hungry from when they are very small. Governments screw the poor taxes have to be paid the rich get richer, the poor hemmed down under the breadline they have made. Hard working families deteriorate luxuries non existent or rare children do not understand why the table is often bare. As the Years come and slowly go we wonder will things get better? prices rise, money is tight the World of the fated debt letter. Jobs are scarce in impoverished Towns benefits are into reform but the hardest hit are the working class who suffer its the norm. What is left for our Children's future? when little or no wo...

He glances at the pile of washing not sure what he should do does he put his white shirt in with a t shirt of dark blue? Bedding, curtains, towels and clothes all piled into the machine  radio  playing in the background pounding at its own steam. switching on the washing machine the other hand dusting the shelves wow I didn't realise I thought they cleaned themselves! dishes packed on the counter the sink has got a task will he dawn his rubber gloves? did you have to ask? Time to go and make the bed thinking its an easy chore all you do is toss over the duvet then its on the floor! Time to put the kettle on the sweat beats off his brow running out of milk he sees why not buy a cow! The washing turns at a deadly pace its a technological wizard wait isn't that my boxer shorts? flapping in the blizzard. Time to get the vacuum out designed to make life easy but pushing this massive tube of plastic makes your back feel queasy! Doubled in a bout of pain hobbling to...

wind me up like a toy be sure I will respond, treat me good or even bad But still I will abscond I will not listen to you anymore You have no more to say The brightness of sun,darkness of night will always find a way. Tragedies forgotten memories dulled Cant take away my pain, sunshine and flowers magnificent powers won't penetrate my brain. too late now scarred I am gone without remorse heartfelt wounds tormented soul evilness endorsed Save me gently hope is lost Dream of new beginnings fractured hearts poisoned life devoid of sensual sinning. Sleep at last time to rest reborn in sullen times Ending clear spirits gone a settlement of crimes.