Rocky Raised the Flag
Rocky Raised the flag
And became a different boy.
From scrubby soccer tough
To new found solider joy.
He marched down the street
with others of a like mind
To face their fanatical foes
To see what they could find.
A good rock held in his hand,
Wanting to hurl it at a tank,
With vinegar handkerchief
For tear gas fired back.
They all rounded the corner
To face guns and armour.
Shots rang across the street
And Rocky fell down dead.
My Friend
Rocky
My friend.
Raw onion eater,
Good left foot,
AC Milan Shirt
Always Worn.
Stole a bottle of milk
For Meetah's mum.
Hated school.
There was a hole
In the toe
Of one of his
Addidas trainers.
Rocky, Rocky
Rocky, Rocky
Lying on the floor
Is it you?
Really? Any more?
The holey shoe's
Come of your foot,
That Milan shirt
Is dirty as fuck.
But one more use
You will make
As a photograph
For them to take.
Hope it will touch them
In the right place
And perhaps change
The way they face.
Rocky Raised the flag
And became a different boy.
From scrubby soccer tough
To new found solider joy.
He marched down the street
with others of a like mind
To face their fanatical foes
To see what they could find.
A good rock held in his hand,
Wanting to hurl it at a tank,
With vinegar handkerchief
For tear gas fired back.
They all rounded the corner
To face guns and armour.
Shots rang across the street
And Rocky fell down dead.
My Friend
Rocky
My friend.
Raw onion eater,
Good left foot,
AC Milan Shirt
Always Worn.
Stole a bottle of milk
For Meetah's mum.
Hated school.
There was a hole
In the toe
Of one of his
Addidas trainers.
Rocky, Rocky
Rocky, Rocky
Lying on the floor
Is it you?
Really? Any more?
The holey shoe's
Come of your foot,
That Milan shirt
Is dirty as fuck.
But one more use
You will make
As a photograph
For them to take.
Hope it will touch them
In the right place
And perhaps change
The way they face.
