MORE THAN THIS

MORE THAN THIS

Next time that he screams at you
and calls you an old hag,
a stuck up bitch, a selfish cow
a slapper or a bag,
just catch your breath
remind yourself,
that you’re worth more than this.

And when somebody comments
on how good you look today
just smile and then say ‘Thankyou,
how nice of you to say.’
Ignore the sulks and snide remarks
for you’re worth more than this.

When he forgets your birthday
and turns up late each night,
remember what I’ve told you
and keep your morale bright.
For one day you will recognise
that you’re worth more than this.

And when he rants and raves at you
and points his shaking finger,
just turn your back and close your eyes,
don’t think to even linger.
But keep on walking out that door
for you’re worth more than this.

And when you fully accept
that what I say is true
your confidence will re-emerge
and show you what to do.
Bid him goodbye and walk away
for you’re worth more than this.

Don’t worry that he’ll be alone
suffering a broken heart
he’ll be out there with all his charm
to find another start.
Be grateful you’ve made your escape
for you’re worth more than this.

THE END OF THE ROAD.

THE END OF THE ROAD

Terrified little bodies,
cling to the branches
high in the rain forest trees.
E.U. money built the road
that causes their despair.

It aids the removal of plundered timber,
so that someone’s fat backside
can sit in the depth of a chair
upholstered in wood from right here.

Louder they scream
as flames burn them from the trees
they thought were their sanctuary.
Where do they go now?

Shall I leap or die?
Maybe I will die anyway.
There is no time for reason
as they flail into the unknown.

One brave man with a giant heart
tries to save them.
But what can he do against such odds?
Where does he turn for help?

The chimps did bite the hand that feeds them,
as he displays on television, one digit removed,
by teeth that knew no better,
he bears no grudge.

Through the media’s eyes
he pleads for help,
unable to forsake his little friends.
He shows the plight of those in the trees,
that are threatened by the road
built with E.U. money.

He shows shattered bodies,
orphaned babies,
and broken hearts,
clutching to man,
still able to trust.

While we sit and do nothing,
in our nice warm homes,
with fancy new furniture
made with rain forest wood.

Where will it end?
At the end of the road?
Best start right here,
don’t buy rain forest wood.

You need somewhere to sit?
Well sit anywhere,
with Norwegian pine,
not rain forest wood.

You need somewhere to dine?
Well dine anywhere
with oak, yew or ash,
not rain forest wood.

Remember those eyes,
that hide in the trees,
as they plunder the woods,
to satisfy greed,
that waits at the end of the road.