INJUSTICE

Lock him up! Throw away the key!
He assaulted me;
He battered my beliefs – hurt my pride,
questioned the things in which I confide;
There are laws against these taunts, you know,
so stop your jibes, or prison you’ll go,
we won’t have injustice in this day and age,
so take your bigotry off the stage …

Hold on a minute, what’s your game?
Are we never, ever, to blame,
something with which we disagree,
questioning life’s rich tapestry?
The injustice is you! Not me.

(c) Anthony North, October 2008

SUE’S DEFENCE

This is the story of a girl called Sue,
her husband beat her – what could she do?
She’d be in fear most of her life,
cursing the day she became his wife;
Nightmares existed wherever she turned,
sometimes he’d be meaner, and she got burned;
One day Sue decided she’d had enough,
so she stuck him with a knife
Tough!

(c) Anthony North, August 2008

THE SPIRIT OF THE LAW

Argument For

The law I certainly don’t impute,
but has it to be so absolute;
Often actions that are incurred,
can be, as to intent, quite blurred;
Now I know the villain is easy to catch,
the police offering quite a match;
Yet often intent is not so clear,
making illegal something to fear,
when really it was not meant to be,
and the law should show some leniency

Argument Against

I see at times you have a case,
and legal minds can act with haste;
But laws are there to be obeyed,
or civil society, it will fade;
There is a right way to always be,
but some people break the law with glee;
We must be sure to lock them up,
when from the devil’s brew they sup;
So now found guilty by your peers,
As the Judge, take him Down!
Ten years

(c) Anthony North, May 2008

SERPENT

Serpent slithers around the tree,
placing evil thoughts in thee;
Serpent gets deep within your mind,
leaving desires for you to find;
Serpent advises what you’ll do,
it’s hard to fight, this is so true;
Serpent coils to make you play,
wrapping around to make you stray;
It’s your double-helix DNA

(c) Anthony North, February 2008

WHODUNIT?

The scene is set, the clues are there,
the witnesses stand around and stare;
The body is still, can you feel the thrill?
The detectives respond to a macabre chill;
The knife is deep, inside the chest,
the search is on for the murderous pest;
Holmes is first, he can’t deny,
it’s all elementary, I hear him cry;
Father Brown with hands to pray;
a riddle he’ll try to solve this day;
Miss Marple’s next, with a village tale.
Its logic sets her on the murderer’s trail;
Marlowe hangs around in vain,
his punchy phrases showing clear disdain;
But ‘whodunit,’ I hear you say,
‘who’s the cad who the man did slay?’
Conan Doyle, Chesterton, and Christie too,
haven’t a clue what to do;
Even Chandler misses the plot,
perhaps because no one was shot;
So in this case, the detectives fail;
perhaps because this is MY tale;
The writers, also, haven’t a clue,
until in unison, they say:
‘Your tale? It was you!’

© Anthony North, February 2008

THE BALLAD OF MR YOB

This is the ballad of Mr Yob,
a kid so delinquent he got no job,
fury was his normal mode,
whenever he went out of his abode,
someone would look and he didn’t like that,
so out came the fist, another nose, splat!
Eventually he got the message, of course,
when the police picked him up, they’d endorse,
the fact that you can’t go around like that,
with many stays in prison, infact,
and finally guilt made him see his way,
was cruel, pathetic, offering nothing but dismay;
Finally he grew into a decent chap,
thankful that he realised his handicap,
always thinking life was another’s fault,
making it all so easy to assault,
but finally realising he was the one to blame,
he looked on his past as totally insane

(c) Anthony North, November 2008

THIRTEEN LINES

Thirteen lines of poetry
not many, but maybe enough to see,
the events that happened I don’t know when,
to the person, dead before ten;
Was it murder? It surely must,
footprints – there! – in the dust;
Weapon found by his side,
now the detective, he does pry,
into the circumstances of his lot,
the reasons why he was surely shot,
well before it was his time;
So, who was it – who dun this crime?
Ah! If only I had another line …

(c) Anthony North, November 2008

V is for … VANDAL

Smash it up, he can’t resist,
destruction offers total bliss,
he never thinks that it is wrong,
anarchy is where he belongs;
Order is an alien world,
law, compassion, never unfurl,
in his mind where goodness goes,
shrouded, hidden, by his woes;
The world, you see, did him wrong,
sounds of destruction his only song,
he never sees his choices true,
are up to him, never you;
Hence, it’s your fault, never his,
he rises to frenzy, such a fizz,
maybe, one day, he’ll grow up,
then with decent people he may sup

(c) Anthony North, December 2008

VICTIMHOOD

Victimhood, a terrible thing,
slouch through life, rarely sing,
as you remember the deed being done,
nothing in your life is fun;
Curse the criminal who did it to you,
dark thoughts alway imbue,
actions that go against the grain,
no respite, no refrain;
But remember this as you go your way,
demons are always there to slay,
rise above this melancholy state,
life CAN be good, it’s not too late,
it’s in your hands, fate

(c) Anthony North, December 2008

BURGLAR

A tiny shatter, window gone,
creature of night, comes along,
slips in silently, looks around,
at what booty he has found;
Grabs a picture, your memory lane,
and ipod that can keep you sane,
lap top gone, your gate to the world,
jewellery bagged, you can no longer twirl;
Silently, he goes, he’s done his worst,
sells to a fence, reimbursed,
but he’s burgled your sanity, spoilt your home;
Damn him! Catch him! Make him atone

(c) Anthony North, January 2009

GOING BAD

I remember when I was good,
nothing wrong, never out for blood,
a perfect angel, I tell you not,
never out for what other’s had got;
Now I’m in a different world,
new thoughts constantly unfurl,
of vengeance, hurting others for fun,
never seeing the eternal pun;
I’ll howl and scream and bang about,
causing fear, there’s no doubt,
there’s no situation I won’t contrive,
I was never this bad when I was alive

(c) Anthony North, January 2009