Lost poems (3)*

In the light of recent events in the US it seemed sensible to post the following poem - a warning against hypocrisy...

Spy Hatcher

There he stands, black gowned and scaley red.
With whipping cane and mortar boarded head.
His yellowed dribbled teeth with spittle rusted.
His calloused cloven hooves all fester dusted.
His agents wander wild within our reach.
We listen wrapt and wonder when they preach.
They plant his traps and bait his hooks,
And slimey "sir" puts ticks in all their books.
They imitate our diction and our guise
And falsify a sparkle in their eyes.
They spread their doctrines of dissent
With fierce fanatical intent.
We fear and duck the enemies big guns
That hardly hit and injure twos and ones.
Yet disregard this vile column in our ranks
Who sabotage our planes and stall our tanks.
He hatches spies like me and you
- Corruption cloaked in navy blue.

"Brothers, if someone is caught in a sin, you who are spiritual should restore him gently. But watch yourself, or you also may be tempted. Carry each other's burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ. If anyone thinks he is something when he is nothing, he deceives himself." (Galatians 6:1-3)

Yours thoroughly set apart by Christ, for the lost, in the Army


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*I recently found an old Amstrad PCW 9512 disc in a box; the disc was simply labelled poems. I found a company in Cornwall who converted the contents of the disc to Word documents I discovered a whole load of poems I had written and lost. Most of these poems were written either just after my conversion (some possibly before).