I’m not naive enough to think I could spin the world on its axis, and allow people to live as they should, in peace, and at peace with the natural world (See How I avoided a cliche there!) But, I would like to be a part of the machine that makes it happen, that is of course if it’s not too late. I just want to open peoples eyes as to what’s happening. It can not go on like this, the rich and powerful are not only using us as fodder, they are laying the earth to waste.
I wanted to come up with something as powerful as Bob Dylan’s Masters of War. Of course it’s not possible, and I doubt any one will ever do it, but I gave it my best shot. It’s also poignant on the anniversary of the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
Nightmare Avenue.
Where am I? Where am I ? I don’t recognise this place, of other people not even a trace.
As I walk down the avenue of skeleton trees, no flowers blooming, no animals no bees.
No sign of home, just a scatterings of rubble, the smoke in my eyes making me see double.
I climb the hill until I reach a plateau, I turn right around, nothing left, even evil’s just a shadow.
Was it worth all your propaganda, lying and greed, not even a vulture left on your carcass to feed.
So you wanted more and this is what you’ve got, I’m going to find the place, and spit where you rot.
I awoke my body dripping in sweat, my wife shaking me “What was it My Sweet? I couldn’t answer, just opened the window and gazed down the street.
All words Meadowhead Bard.
Meadowhead Bard 
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