I was born in 1954, just after we’d closed the door to war. Now that doors been pushed back open. Let’s try and push that door back firmly closed, show to violence and greed we are opposed.

I ran out of time today, spending time with friends, like minded and such.
I may or may not manage one more post tomorrow. So merry Christmas to all and let’s hope for a better new year.

Ok so I started this earlier, but couldn’t get it to work, so half an hour of midnight oil and it’s almost passable.

Class of 54.

Where we’re going I don’t know
This world is tangled in cables and wires
Flashing screens and fog of mind
Burns the truth on funeral piers

Gladly we accept the word, technology will save our world
But if it does, and if it can, we’ll all be robots to a man
What’s left then but dregs and dust
There’s no direction, no grand plan

So you ask me to cede and feed
On the propaganda of greed and dread
I will not bow I will not beg
I will not join the comatose and dead

I come from another time
When men’s hearts burned with passionate fire
A time of love, a time of truth
When a man was a man and a liar a liar

All words Meadowhead Bard.