Peter Brian Forster

Insurrection Is but a stone's throw away As cold streets burn With intolerance Dreams are shorn Of purpose. When the tides rise The rivers flow upstream The air turns blue Ten million souls Will die In consequence, It is the price we pay For life. #vss365 #poetry #POEMS

Wild seas roar Pounding defences Dirty cities never sleep Some souls toil Hands work the soil Others tend the sick Nothing is ever easy Even dying can be hard On the living #vss365 #poetry #POEMS

One day, there will be no Shadow boxing Polarised posturing Measuring up will stop Comparisons of genitalia Will not raise a laugh As influence wanes & avatars fade The sadly demented Will stop screaming They alone can see the truth The whys & wherefores The pots and pans #vss365