History of the heart

 I was thinking about the heart and how the blood flows around the chambers

and how this could be performed by dressing four people up in blues and reds

And having others as the Vena Cava

I'm the Aorta

No I'm the Aorta, you're the pulmonary artery

If you're the pulmonary artery

Then I'm the left ventricle

You're are the left ventricle my arse

You're the Right atrium

And they have arguments and confusion until they

Finally agree and come together to form the heart and then

They start pulsating and moving

And other actors come through the system and are squeezed and

Pushed through the one way system of the heart

And next it could be like in a city

And the M25 junction

Or the spaghetti junction

And there could be speeding blood vessels

Taken over by police blood vessels

And engineers trying to reinforce the Dartford tunnel

Or the Aorta - and the heart could be

The heart of London?

And the bridges could be the valves

Then we could talk about the history of the heart like chambers

And the chambers of the House of commons

Or some bed chambers or something

Armistice

 I've seen this world go up in flames

Then down again soon fall the rains

And ashes burnt, but memory remains

It's all just a part of the game

And I create while you destroy

You treat this world like it's your little toy

But can you claim you don't enjoy

The lives you squander, girl or boy

I should have thought you'd have had enough

What's life worth and at what cost?

Will death come cruising for your ghost

In hidden halls of your war post

Write a letter home won't you

Tell of the murder that you do

Explain to your mother and your father

How you rape, pillage and torture 

If this crime belies your heart

What a black place it is to start

Make a new world instead your art

Paint with brushes not with darts

Cut the cloth to fit the mode

The time of living in this abode

Is over so soon before it begins

All babies surely are born without sins

No child deserves such a death

Wrenched from life at their first breath

For the sake of lives much farther along

Despite the heartache, despite the wrong

What justice is there in killing the young

In defence, or to prove that you're strong

It is weaker still to aim your big guns

At innocents who've done you no wrong

So put away your guns of shame

And let peace reign again

It matters not what hot words have flown

Let sleeping dogs lie

Return to your home

All flags of nations should have one hue

The white flag of truce

To show their fighting is through

And if Armistice means any kind of gain

Let us speak true and end the war games