Allsorts

An Axolotl wet
An Axolotl dry
Can they fly
Or can they swim high?

I am 8
I don’t hate
But I have ate a pizza

I like the name Mia.
Do you like football?
I don’t but I love a mall

Thierry Henry plays a beautiful through ball
Harry Kane bangs a pen top bins
Earps saving the dream of bringing it home

Ward-prowse putting it on a silver plate
Oliver Kahn putting his body on the line for Germany
Ronaldo riding his bicycle to the final
Luis Figo calmly placing the ball in the top corner
David Beckham smashing in free kicks

Campbell breaking ankles
Upamcano winning the ball
Puskas smashing the ball from outside the box

This is the world cup

Food is good for you can but you like everything?
On certain times you can get hungry / full are you?
On a event you will have party food – will it be nice?
Do not leave yourself to starve, what will happen ?

Think about the future will you have a good life?

The answers are yours think of what they are …

‘You’ll be a hero,’ they may say
But in the end, you notice, you’re just for display
Joining the fight may make you seem brave,
Though these choices of courage can lead you to your grave

As you stand in battle, waiting to fight,
Your comrades are shot, in the dead of the night
You can mourn, you can cry, but your friends will never come
As you turn to your senses, your realize, war is a conundrum

When you kill all these people, don’t you feel sad?
We’re all people you know, what if they’re a dad?
As you lay in your big, red pool of blood,
You’ll only be remembered by the stench of the mud

In the theatre of strife, a tragic play,
Where dreams of peace, in ashes lay.
The drums of war beat an ominous sound,
Leaving scars on earth, deep and profound.

A symphony of sorrow, a chorus of pain,
As nations clash, hopes wane.
Beneath the smoke, where hatred breeds,
Lies a graveyard of empathy, choked by weeds.

Soldiers, pawns in a power game,
Their lives, mere fuel to the flames.
Families shattered, hearts torn asunder,
In the cruel grasp of war’s thunder.

The spoils of battle, a hollow gain,
As humanity weeps, in silent disdain.
For war knows no victor, no righteous end,
Only broken souls, wounds that never mend.

War is bloody, vile and cruel
A fight, a never ending duel.
Bombs fly overhead
Fellow soldiers lay dead.
Billowing above, a green cloud of death
We watched as they drew their last breath.
Gargling came the froth from within
Drowning, grabbing to my skin.
Begging for life, to forgive thy sins
The grim reaper appears, and so the death begins.
“Your last breath you may take,
As you will never wake”

Forced to endure the life of the dammed
In the trenches we were crammed.
Muddy, filthy and wet
We were always open to a threat.
Danger and death fell from above
A soldier fell, left nothing but a glove.
Told it would be fun
But the bombs we had to outrun.
Sacrifice, duty we were told
So we enrolled,
But we didn’t know
The horror we had to undergo.

“Up to her neck in a fight,” they said
But before we knew, we were dead.
“She is looking and calling for you.”
Oh we wish that were true.
“It’s all a game.”
That’s what they proclaim.
“Come on, join in.”
They said it all with a grin.
And what did they do?
They stayed back and watched the view.
They said to restore her
But now we know, the true horror.

Slowly disintegrating into ashes
Through days of pain
Withering in the gasses
What’s left will remain.
This is not a game.

Through biomes of despair,
Crouching with misery.
It wasn’t fair
Fighting for victory.
This is not a game.

Searching for hope,
Whilst comrades are in care.
They could not cope,
When they were in the air.
This is not a game.

During the war,
When bullets flew across.
We went far,
When Their lives were lost
It was all a lie.

The flak of gun awakens the night
As tears roll down the faces that are filled with fright.
Bomb shells dropping, smoke in the air.
As sweat drowns them from head to toe.

Desperate for glory this is no game
Coughing like COVID they couldn’t escape
From mustard gas to atomic bombs,
No one could identify the horrible harm.
With heavy armor, it slowed them down
They fought their best from sunrise to sundown.
This is not a game, it’s guaranteed death
You will be lucky to survive without any harm
War is after you.
Remember to stay calm.

Whispers of death, roam around the grim trenches.
Echoes of war linger in the air,
Haunting. A ghostly symphony.
Shadows of the trenches. Lingering phantoms,
Whisper the tales of silent sacrifice.

Gusts of wind,
Carry the sounds of gunshots
Ricochet through the soldier’s ear
Death is near, is all they hear.

Amidst the horror of war, anguish paints a somber sky,
Echoes of suffering in every tear that soldiers cry.
In the battlefield’s grim theatre, in humanity’s price runs high.

The reoccurring sound of suffering,
It’s here, it’s time

This is the end.

The Queen’s Corgi
Sitting there by the fire
Drinking tasty tea