The Camel and the Donkey
Shimmering haze rivers the horizon tricks the seeing eye,
Long road to the red center,
Anthill scrub, anthill scrub each for space vies
Each growth claims its plot strong serene and still.
An eagle pair pecks at the inners of a potoroo for fill,
Nature’s elimination gives life to the adept
To drinking roots forty foot down where water has slept.
Kangaroo’s and few nothing new bouncing strides to see,
The aircon bus stops brakes hiss, we all alight for morning tea,
The aroma of coffee fills the one stop shop signed greetings to you,
I tread to the back for the outback loo.
Two steps and I froze compelled in what I saw,
The most gorgeous cute little big eared little black donkey,
White faced and walking a little wonky,
Standing close to a slobbering grunting camel’s hind,
Never ever before seeing anything like this unusual find,
The reality of the genuine odd couple.
I moved towards them, my snapshot finger supple,
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a.......Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi
As Godse and Apte hooded, swung to the tune of the newly dead
Echo’s lingered on the Ambala walls of the gallows shed,
The pair’s verses sung, still lingered as if to defy reality
‘Akhand Bharat Amar Rah’, [‘India united, may it be forever, ’ ]
Godse’s hand that did the deadly deed grasped and twitched,
As a spirit hand ripped out the soul of a body bewitched.
Now ended the people’ choice, their Mahatma grand
His name, his work for ever will with the test of time stand,
The gang of eight cowards their plot conceived connived,
Their hate of appeasement simmered nights of the long knives,
The British lead religious division of India was the flaw,
That loaded the assassins’ gun three bullets to close life’s door,
On life for Gandhi, with hands in greeting cried ‘HE RAM’ [Oh God],
The plight of fellow man his cause, no more the path that he hath trod,
Their ears never attuned to their victim’s forgiving love rule ways
Whose bloodless coup enriched forever India’s days.
In moments assassin Nathuram Godse was quickly brought to hand,
Soon the news spread around the world in every land, ,
Sorrow and tears that would not even dry in the sand.
Looking beautiful draped in white with flower petals round Gandhi lying in state,
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National Vegetarian Week....Oct 1 to Oct 7, , , ,2010
Nothing will benefit human health and increase chances of survival for life on Earth as much as the evolution to a vegetarian diet.”
— Albert Einstein
“Vegetarian as a general concept is a brilliant thing. We've got to stop eating so much meat. We are eating too much meat.” — Jamie Oliver
“If slaughterhouses had glass walls, everyone would be a vegetarian.” — Paul McCartney
“The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.” — Mahatma Gandhi
“Now at last I can look at you in peace; I don't eat you anymore.” — Franz Kafka (Novelist)
“When we eat vegetarian foods, we needn't worry about what kind of disease our food died from; this makes a joyful meal! ” — John Harvey Kellogg, M.D.
“Animals are my friends... and I don't eat my friends.” — George Bernard Shaw
“We don't need to eat anyone who would run, swim, or fly away if he could.” — James Cromwell
“I expect to pass through this world but once. Any good, therefore, that I can do or any kindness I can show to any fellow creature, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it for I shall not pass this way again.” — Stephen Grellet
“If you knew how meat was made, you'd probably lose your lunch.” — K.D. Lang
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The Ballad of Tom Dale
I was born in the land of Xmas pudd, fish’n’chips and grass so green and lush,
One morn I stole a teacake and was grabbed, slapped and sent to jail
E'bah gum the judge exclaimed you’re off to the land of the bush,
A farmer’s lad to Portsmouth I was sent, the next wind and tide we set sail.
So sick was I on the high seas on this tall sailing ship,
Down in the hold with thieves, vagabonds and unlucky sods like me,
Two by two in leg irons held in a vice like grip,
No more running after new born lambs and holding high with glee.
The mighty swell of the ocean rolled us up and down,
As the captains call to man the sail could be heard above the wind,
Time eroded days, as we with legs apart'n'heads bowed like a sleeping clown,
The storms encompass faded into calm, surely now we've paid our sins.
Wake up Tom Dale off with irons; you must answer the captain’s call',
The master of arms pulled and dragged me up and onto deck,
A bucket of sea water thrown over me to rid me of any gall,
Then scrubbed and rubbed till of dirt t'was not a speck.
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