remember

lets remember
the women left behind
left to morn the soldiers who never came back
lets remember
the aboriginals who fought for us
and then were forgot when it was over
lets remember
the women who went
the ones who took care of the wounded
lets remember
that we are here because of history's people
they who gave their all for us
they who knew us not but still fought on
lets remember
those who fought
let us not forget
let us remember
those who helped the soldiers
those who helped all of us
it's important to remember
lest we forget

remembering a friend

I once knew a man called Fred
he's dead, he's dead
He went back to the unicorn and lion
smoking Marley
and singing about Zion
the Marley which was gnarly was for his pain
well some of the time, others it was for the peace it did gain

I wonder about Fred
and sometimes remember the things that he said
or maybe those are paraphrased memories from a storm
Something that made his leaving more of the norm.

I once knew a man called Fred
He tried to play tricks with his head
play games with words
yet that was like a murder of birds
Now I wear his coat
It says Marks and Spencers on the inside note

I wonder where Fred is
if it is any of my biz
I hope that Fred did well
wonder if he heard the call of the bell

I once knew a man called Fred
Who was visited by a funny walking bird
and a camera snapping man
and of course me, the many with a pocket of absurd
funny group, could have been a strange herd

I still know a man called Fred
He is remembered even though he is dead

perspective

where are you looking from
over there
inside a box
under a hill
in a cave
up close
with eyes shut full
or is someone else looking for you

what is colouring the lenses you look through
the violence from the news
the disturbing movies you abuse
the cheap dime store novels that we pulp
you parents
your friends
your leaders
your peers
the news lady
the weatherman
the horror movie hero
or have you been told how to percieve

who is influencing your actions
the politicians who act from shallow scripts
the prophets who elect themselves
the priests who may or may not be nice
the hollywood hunk, whose movie just sunk
the singer wrapping violence around your ear drum
the word terrorism and terrorist that is freely spoken
the tv ads that tell us how inadequate we are
the teacher we can go that far
the timid voice that was almost silenced within you
are your actions you
or is it karma