The War of the World

By Marineboy63 Jan 30, 2019

The War of the World

The sea is getting deeper
I’m dipping in my toes
Like King Canute on my Veranda
As the skin peels off my nose

My garden is a desert
The invasion has begun
They’ll be no refugees this time
There’s nowhere for them to run

We have to turn and face the enemy
There’s no alien attack
Just look at your reflection
It’s right there laughing back

Don’t just sit there like Dorian Gray
Expect the world to wash your sins away
You have to learn to wash yourself today
And the water’s dirty anyway

Are you on their side or my side
There’s no side in between
No room for indecision
You’re dirty or you’re clean

And if the ship goes down
We’ll all go down too
And if that still can’t convince you
Then I’m fighting you

About the author

Marineboy63

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I was born in Swindon in 1963, the second child of Walter and Wendy, My early years left little or no impression on the world and I endured the ravages of the 70’s comprehensive system, acquiring just enough education to survive the 80’s. After drifting from punk to biker to hippy to skinhead (literal not ideological) and working variously as a electrician, lorry driver, cable puller, motorcycle courier and Royal Navy steward (SORT YOUR LIFE OUT, TOWSON!), I eventually found myself in Manchester where a man in a pub offered me a job as a Theatre Technician.Twenty five years later I'm living it up in rural Norfolk. Still a Theatre Technician and occasional author.