Prophecy

(two poems side-by-side - Thomas on the left, Etches of the right)

hard times will return mans poets at night

retribution                                     hunger for the 

hard times are at the door classic line

no one sees him coming alone

knock knock a limerick line

He is here ‘how did we get here’?

gone is the cat whilst seeking better we

missing the dog destroyed the

the cold creeps in hope

the colours wash away and now our every breath

now we are grey is laboured 

once the laughing fond memory of

once a family cherished hearts now unwillingly 

now we too are Syria abandoned

and the Isis floods as if ignored by all of nature alas

us all crushed humanity

hard times will return reality at days end, at the setting of the sun.

Etches Penmen 

Oxford 

25/10/19 & 17th March 2020

Thomas and I worked on a rewrite here over several versions.

alas to know the future is not an answer to life, for now 3 months after version 1 of this indeed hard times have returned, friends to no man or woman,  and we are yet to see the 

true consequences, and understand our true position; we are not in control.