Category Archives: Genocide

The Question

My best friend Michael O’Brien said I will be famous after I’m dead.

He died first, instead.

Do I want fame for myself, no.

The truth comes dropping slow.

I want what everyone wants but hardly dares to expect.

World peace, an end to war and argument as you might suspect.

I write my words, they say the same.

Allow children play a game.

Maybe Michael’s right, may my words be true.

I want a perfect world for you.

How about me too?

A perfect world requires perfected people, they are rare.

The burning question, do you care?

Tich Ennis

2nd February, 2018

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Rubbish Man

What do I want, I want the truth to be.

To Hell with me.

I write and sing for what its worth.

I want peace and happiness on Earth.

Joy, let joy be unconfined.

I am imperfect, do you mind?

So where is the perfect man, nowhere I suppose.

In the meantime may I wear his clothes?

I speak truth, I hope to be it too.

I waited everlastingly for you.

Some clown here says he wants the truth to be.

Who? Me.

I well know I may be misunderstood.

The rubbish man says swap bad and mad for good.

I want to make it perfectly clear.

That’s why I’m here.

My aim is for perfection, may I not aim in vain.

The world is in pain.

May my words not go down the drain.

The rubbish man would like a holiday in Spain.

Tich Ennis

10th January, 2018

Remain

God in the damp, God in the stain, God in the pleasure, God in the pain.

They do their best to kill God, kill the truth. God remain.

Stay sane.

Tich Ennis

26th December, 2017

Oh Human Race

I gave you a chance, you spat in my face.

You are a disgrace.

You had a chance, you blew it.

Look at me, there’s nothing to it.

I’ll have a word with your superior, you are irredeemably inferior.

Rich and poor alike, get on your bike!

I cannot depend on you, human zoo.

You may say, pot calling kettle black.

Don’t answer back.

Ignore me at your peril, Gerald Durrell.

Cyril and Beryl.

I’m glad I’ve got that off my chest.

I do my best.

You are my test.

I’ll change my vest.

You write the rest.

Tich Ennis

22nd December, 2017

Genocide

Long on diagnosis, short on cure.

I listen and I hear, must I endure?

Alright, I’m old and easily bored.

Have I missed the point through inattentiveness, metaphorically I snored.

Is this what gives academicism a bad name, gentlemanly, polite, you know the game.

Long live civilisation whatever that may be.

What’s the answer to genocide, a cup of tea?

Your answer, BBC.

Tich Ennis

27th September, 2017

Mental Health

Is the world driving people mad or is it just each other?

Civil war is brother against brother.

There are more in mental institutions than before.

Indifference and contempt are part of the cause.

And I suppose ridiculous laws.

Officialdom has a lot to answer for.

Who wants war?

The sheer insanity of what is treated seriously.

Have people forgotten the meaning of humanity?

Madness is not sanity.

I blame the ones who say that they are sane.

They give gentle folk a pain.

Tich Ennis

12th September, 2017

What Price Love?

Without wishing to overstate my case may I say the human race is a disgrace?

Death and famine stalk the land and as far as they are concerned things are grand.

Have they got out of hand?

Mad dictators preaching hate, power maniacs, await your fate.

There are two sides of a coin, which side will you join?

Is moderation forever dead, what price love a wise man said.

If you have to ask you do not know, live and let live, I told you so.

As if you didn’t know.

Tich Ennis

30th August, 2017