I Cried At The Gates

I was only passing by tonight
When I felt drawn to that site
I stood and looked with despair
The sight filled me with grief

I felt a great despair
When I looked out over the wretched mess
Rubble and mud was all around
Destruction the name of their game

They say that it was past it's prime
OK, so it was not pretty
The unit served it's function and well
So why did the bastards shut it

The people who run the show
Have so much money all they want is more
They think they can achieve this
By kicking healthcare out the door

Poetry - Miscellaneous

The auld miners toun
Barren Land
The Big Pond
Ballad of George and Tommy
Boris
Bad Poetry
Bastards
Change
Making Contact
Define You
I'm Doing Fine
Dreams
Escape
What Is Freedom
Future Imperfect
I Cried At The Gates
Homeland
Homeward Bound
Iraq
Is There Not Enough Love
Just One Day
The Lost Boy
Motherhood
Michigan
Mothers
My Name Is Julie
My To Do List Is Evil
Nearly Done
One Moment
Only One Place Is Home
The Opium Flows
Over The Sea
Paddy's Market
Silent Plea
People Who Love You
Radio
Saving Our Cans
She's Special
Spectre Of The Atom
Time
Truth
Wasted Days
Christmas In The Cold
The Years Roll On