In the new land nothing grew
Like weed, no growth without feed
They said
I could indeed
Become a better me
If only I could learn to see
Truth in the deal
On offer:
Death only speaks to the living.
In the land of the new nothing grew
But sorrow
Over the same tomorrows
& weeds walking
Asking for charities
From OAPs
Skidding like kiddies
In silent wintery splash parks.
Death speaks only to the living
& OAPs
Hell-bent on killing
Every thought
Of change.
Death to the living.
Death to weed.
Death to the deal
— on offer
In the land of old and new
I pursue a Truth
Worthy the cause
Of living.