skid

the rain pours
as we speed
travelling, it seems
to meet your need
down the road
and tyres screeched
a cow in front!
we braked to follow
and how we spinned

despite our speed
'twas better to heed
the speed limit
and hence our creed:
make haste, less skid.

night pollution

our future, imposing, wouldst make us bow:
but we, defiant, must show them how
a backward spelt "pen" can be re-written
if true that they love this growing nation.
open thy mind! instead your teeth that grind
and gnash with hate -- ah, *that* is blind!
we the left, they the right: when we collide:
connexions: synapses: make our future right.

Ruins from afar

Saddam, whose beard is now but stubble;
Baghdad, whose walls are now but rubble;
Blasts, which daily punctuate the silence:
Wails, whose sadness punctures my conscience.

Sad, for times when truth spake not truth;
Aghast, for books that poison our youth.
Avarice, or greed, the international creed:
Raking in money while the millions bleed.