Yesterday's birthday in London

At home we play the covers game

With broken beds and window pane

And discard clothes and reject toys

And plastic food box from the guys

In Town I see less furniture

More cars and more expenditure

The cheaper and the dearer routes

The chicken box - the quinoa shoots.

Why still the same unfair divide?

Hungry is angry - deep inside

Can we not simply help ourself

And give a spot to someone else

It's like the gap from War to Peace

We share - the fighting may just cease

Our stocks and shares stay constant now

And us not cry if  we drop down.

Why still the inequality?

the dodgy deals - the rigged up tree

Why when one prisoner goes free

One more goes down for robbery . 

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Yesterday I then turned sixty six

some say old sket with carrier bags-

I say old bag who has career,

we make our choices - take our picks.

Perhaps we say 'no war - yes peace'

I hope that it will come around

Before I end up in the ground

No war , yes peace 

                              o thank you please                      xxRay

My birthday was mainly good,     I wish you all a good one