Wounded Bambi, take me to the garden

Through the mists the Bambi stalks

How softly does she tread

Her iron heart a mask of life

Her hooves of solid lead

And yet she bleeds

Her scalp is nicked

from her pelt a trickle of blood runs

And I can see her softly tread

as after her range the guns

They have her in their sights

She wanders through the park

And to the children's playpen

Where lifeless machines

They stand in the dark

On steel springs

Once they rocked to the children's voices laughing

The bunny, the fox

The dog that barks

And all were so enticing

But the children all have left now

They are gone and will not return

The barren mothers stare out to the sun

And watch as the night's candles burn

The plastic babies have come again from the factory

Of google processing

They march to the hum of the internet's drum

And the hearts are full of reproaching

What has become of the earth they cry

They whine and whinny as donkeys they sigh

And what have you left us but

The long goodbye

Under grey and gathering skies

And as the Baby cham bambi curls herself up on the

The asphalt of the playground

The other disney animals come to life

And spring from their unsprung anchors

They bounce and singing

And carol, they cajole and goad

Each other on

Who can bounce the highest or

Swing the fastest

And the merry-go-round spins on

Then they break free of the playground crashing

Through picket fences

And go bouncing off

down the roads

Of privet lined green hedges

Their heads are bobbing above garden walls

They leap and

Smash plant pots over and fall

Send cats and dogs

Screaming and howling and call

Oh to the mothers of recompenses

Where are your children

Now you barren ones

Where are the generations

Of the dying sun

Who will inherit the earth

From our mum

But yet the hunter with his

black gun

And the plastic babies are marching now

To the town of the barren

And brown paper bag proud

And they knock on the doors

Of the mothers endowed

With money but no second chances

They say take us on board

We will be your brood hoard

We who will never grow old

Remembrance Day

Oh the young who fell to the sword

Yes their ghosts will live on in perpetuity

No more wars no more death

No more living for greed

Our great grandfathers come back in our hour of need

And we are invested with their spirit

Their seed

We who will never grow old

We will work the garden

And till the soil

And build a world

Through blood sweat and toil

And nothing will be feared

For the climate won't boil

We will cool it with our heads

Screwed on like bottle necks

Cool it with our hands

Shuffled off the mortal coil