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What’s that animal doing in a suit?
Isn’t he about to loot –
The bank
Or get into a tank
To blow a hole in your soul?

On his nose
His spectacles sit
For the illusion of –
The respectable bit

His eyes will look open,
Sincere and clean
But when you’re not looking
They have a mean, green gleam

The suited animal
Is never quite thereance
It’s just an appearance
For those that give careance
And for their suitability…

Most fur’s been removed
The chatter’s been smoothed
The teeth chiselled down
To a white, insincere crown
Of smileciticy

There’s a lot of animals
Skulking, no doubt
There’s thems in their clothes
And thems – without!

“No more lies” suited-animals
Take off your disguise
So we can see….
What you’re really about?

Janet Feast

Copyright © 2009 by Janet Feast

A child stands alone
Amidst the remains of his family
The streets littered with bodies of his brothers
A down right human tragedy

A woman mourns the death of her son
The death of her husband and brother
In a war that makes no sense
A war like no other

A solder buries his best mate
A random stone marks his grave
No big ceremony
No final farewell wave

A suicide bomber
Prays his last prayer
Standing solid in his belief
That it is for his God up there

A new-born baby cries
Pure innocence amidst a world of sin
A glimmer of hope
In this mess we all live in

A world destroyed by hate
We hide behind our beliefs
A world full of war
We cry out for some relief

Give us patience Lord
Patience for your return
Give us strength Lord
And help us Learn

The lesson of understanding
The lesson of love
The lesson of acceptance
Of those who are different to us