With rising heat
And moral compass jammed
Society directs our feet
Towards the marching damned.

The devil’s band
With jaunty drum and fife
Offers the cash in hand –
To catch a falling knife.

Know where you stand,
Use mind to think through it;
And when the thing is planned
Summons skill to do it.

At your command
Have more than thou showeth
And, on the other hand
Speak less than thou knoweth.

Tread soft, this land
Is strewn with many dreams
Which passing years have scanned
To feed the living streams.

Clasp friendly hand,
We only realise,
Come the rejection brand
We were in Paradise.

January 1995