To dissolve untruths and expose them as a lie.
Is that what I must do before I die?
If so, why?
Why must we live in a lie?
People are fed up with politics and politicians, so am I.
It seems all gameplaying saying I’m all right and you’re all wrong.
A worn out song.
Certainly not true, hear Big Ben bong.
As someone said, how long, oh Lord, how long?
How long is life, must we put up with this?
Not if I have my way before death’s last kiss.
I seek eternal bliss.
What is the missing factor in all this?
Abandoned truth, ignored, unloved, oh lovely miss.
Thou art my target may I never miss.
May my aim be true.
I love you.
So do other people too.
You are not alone.
Not while flesh clings to my bone.
I hear your moan, your cry.
You are as I.
I can but try.
Arrow, play your part.
Aim for the heart.
Target, thou art mine.
Now and for all time.
I speak in rhyme.
As you see here.
I drink beer.
A glass might leave a ring on this page.
Must I leave behind tears and rage?
Not if I have my way.
I will have my say.
That’ll be the day.
24th November, 2017