Allsorts

People say games are fun
Well this one isn’t
Ever played save the country?
If not, then don’t

We’re running out of pals
But not running out of war
It will always stay with you
Never like before

Guns rapidly rattle,
Soldiers ready for battle
That’s all you can hear
But not all you can fear

I’m not here for fame
My feet sinking into the game
Deeper and deeper I go
Will I ever come home?

On the blood-filled poppies I lay
Left like a stray
All I can do now is pray
And wonder,
Why did I play this game?

The Grinch was the first one I saw on my phone
when it came to me I thought I had it in the back pocket
but it wasn’t there and it wasn’t in my pocket
I just thought I was missing it
but it wasn’t in the back of the box
and it wasn’t on the table
I don’t think it is in the car so
but it is on my car and it is on my car
I just got a call to the office to let me in
so I’m going back in
and I’ll be there shortly to get the car
thank goodness it’s in the car
I just don’t know if you can see
you have it
I love it
thank goodness
you and your family and your dad
is in my arms
I hope you’re having fun .

We love exercising
Yes we do
We do it every day
And we also love the colour blue

They don’t understand the tears, the cries
Because I only tell them fibs and lies
They don’t understand whom I am
They don’t understand who I be
They don’t understand what I love
They don’t understand… me.

The arctic white crystals
descend and tickle each surface;
grass, stone, wood
each flake unique.

Image the sway of it,
six sided beauties spin down,
a soft hit on the ground of glitter.
Blissfully swishing,
gracefully gliding.

A rush of snowflakes drop,
as the flurry never seems to stop,
the crisp air rejoices in the nipping wind,
snowing glitter,
blowing bitter,
as a blank canvas forms on the glistening ground.
Suddenly a chance of fortune strikes,
right before a child’s eyes,
as the incessant snowfall flurries and flies,
a sudden silence. Then cheering.
Children rush to the door.
Frantic hands, wrapping layers,
rushing outside,
their joy echoes as they play in the purest white,
building, sculpting, carving, creating,

and memories engraved in their small minds,
their laughing, a voice that rings in the dark,
as the blessing glides gracefully,
over their protected bodies,
a snowy paradise behold.

Art can be anything
Art can be everything
It can be impressionism
It can be pointillism
Only if you came to see
All types that art can be

When we drop to our lowest, we whine
maybe in the night or maybe
in the daylight.

But the day we come to realise that
life can sometimes be tight.
Even then we know we must keep
fighting for the light that’s in our life.

It may feel like we’re getting
stabbed in the back with a knife,
for doing what’s right in our life.

But we climb up the hill no matter what gets in our way!
And discover new sights in our life

We live on this world all together,
And we’ll live on this world nearly forever.

We need to keep this world clean,
We need now to keep it green.

We are the future, this is us,
You don’t have to be a wuss.

Everybody, everywhere,
It’s all right. It IS fair
That everybody does their share.

It’s not hard to pick up litter,
Come on now, don’t be bitter.

You can do it by yourself,
You don’t need to have a lot of wealth.

The world is dying but it’s not too late!
All we have to do is to cooperate.

Are poor people not worthy?
Should those un-wealthy
Stay hungry and thirsty?

Let’s forge a society,
Where we can all be unified as one,
A place where all,
Men, women and children alike,
Can have a roof over their heads.

So,
Help me uplift this endless blanket of inequality,
For our future,
For our prosperity.

I was doing well in the desert race,
Again and again I went, PACE, PACE, PACE
But still in my struggling will
I felt nauseous and soon fell, exhausted,
And when I woke up in that barren land,
Almost all I could see was just sand.

I chose a direction, and started walking,
And for a while, nothing shocking,
But soon enough, night fell,
The water in my bottle, not doing well

And there I saw, running at me,
A hyena or two, at full speed
So I started running, as fast as I could,
And hid under, a random piece of wood

I could hear them snarling, wanting to eat,
But luckily, I wasn’t their meat
And as I should, after that fright,
I slept under that wood, into the night.

The next day I woke up with energy,
But still the hunger had got to me,
So I ventured on and saw an oasis,
And oh, I was so ecstatic, I felt I’d won the races

So I ate the fruits, drank the water,
Until no longer I was starving like a cat,
But I recognised this oasis,
And looked at my map, and sure enough,
It was near one of the roots of the race,

So again I was running, without a thought,
Never thinking I would ever be so near the end,
And when I left that barren land, full of sand,
I decided I would never again be competing,
IN THE DESERT RACE.