No-one likes hospitals

There is a solemnity to the people you see in hospitals.

You see someone and don’t know why they are there,

Those people you see in hospitals.

Boredom seeps from the yawning mouths of

The people you see in hospitals.

Loss and blame writhes through the hallways,

While questions are answered and unanswered again

For the people you see in hospitals.

Pain and worry is shone like a light in their eyes,

Contagious fear rips through the healthy and patient .

Sorrow rises like smoke from the building, a beacon to all,

Reminding us how much we all hate, being

The people you see in hospitals. 

If the world owes you something............

If you don't like your life, simply burn it down

So you can start again from scratch,

From ashes and mud.

Attack the school that tried to teach you right from wrong,

To teach them a lesson they'll never forget.

Charge the church that offered you peace

And the club that volunteered to keep you warm and dry.

Rattle lampposts and up turn bins

To hammer home your well rounded argument.

Intimidate the buses that get you around,

And torch cars you dreamed you'd own,

If only life was “fair”.

If you are angry that your life didn't turn out exactly as you wanted,

Go straight to the source and make them pay:

The shops and businesses of your own sorry community.

Show them the injustice that bears down upon you

As you bear upon them, with violence and hate.

Stand up and take what's yours - an eye for an eye.

Take terror to the streets you live in,

Until they know exactly who you are.

And when you are finished, and you've made your case,

Stand up in court

And get just what you deserve!

Tomorrow is the 8^th of August

Tomorrow is another day, another year, another moment I have lost with you.

Tomorrow is a reminder that you’re not here and you should be.

It has come around again, too fast to believe.

And still, too long ago was the last time we smiled together.

Tomorrow will be yesterday soon and we will keep moving on.

Forward without you: it’s hard but we try.

Tomorrow is another day, just a day in the long, long year,

Tomorrow will come and go but Muv, your memory is always here.