Mack’s Knife

Threepence was not much

for any beggar to sing about

and the barrel organ had broken

so only the choir of those in darkness

could accompany his song.

And he could see the sharks circling,

their teeth gleaming pearly white

not like his, broken and brown.

But he hardly felt the bite

and didn’t see the knife

as he dropped from sight again

and this time it all stayed dark.

Bread Or Bombs

Until it lands

we’re never quite sure

if it will be bread or bombs.

Whether it will be fired

from love or hate.

Either way

if you’re in its path

it will kill you.

I Heard A Bird

I heard a bird today,

just one.

I wasn’t alone,

many people heard it,

more came out to listen.

So many tweets trending 

for those lost tweeters.

It flew a long way

then it was gone.