POEM BY A BRANDYWELL BOY.

NEIL DOYLE O’DONNELL

VARIOUS THOUGHTS FROM VARIOUS PLACES.

PEOPLE AND THOUGHTS.

PEOPLE, PLACES AND THINGS AS THE WORDS OF THE SONG GO.

MY WORDS, YOUR WORDS AND EVERYONE ELSE’S, DO THEY REALLY MATTER.

ALL WORDS MATTER BUT MOSTLY IT’S HOW THEY ARE SAID.

WORDS ARE SOUNDS CREATED BY OTHERS THINKING, CARRYING HIDDEN THOUGHTS.

IT IS THE POWER OF THE SPOKEN WORD AND WHAT IT CAN DO.

THE POWER TO MOVE MOUNTAINS AND TOPPLE THE FOUNDATIONS OF THE ONCE GREAT AND

MIGHTY.

THROUGH THE DUST OF FALLEN CITIES COMES THE POWER CREATED BY WORDS, SOME GOOD AND

OTHERS NOT SO GOOD.

THE LATTER USUALLY FROM THE HAND THAT WIELDS THE SWORD.

AS THEY SHOUT FROM LOUD BRAZEN EMBOLDENED MOUTH.

TO FORCE TYRANNY ON HELPLESS WOMEN AND CHILD.

THE EVIL OF MEN, HIGH AND MIGHTY INCREDULOUS TO THEIR OWN SELFISH THOUGHTS AND

BELIEFS.

DECEIT POWERED BY WORDS TO FEED TO FUEL MANY AN IGNOBLE DEED.

NEIL D O’DONNELL.

DESERT HEDGEHOG.

USELESS YOU SIT IN THE SAND ON A COLD HARD RUNWAY.

DORMANT BRIMMING WITH TEETH AND IRON.

WINGS SADLY DROOP IN THE EARLY MORNING SUN.

GONE THAT ARROGANT PRIDE AS YOU SIT SO FORLORN.

FILLED WITH ANGER YOUR LUNGS CHOKED WITH SAND AND STONE.

HA! YOUR RIDER LOST HIS WAY OR SO HE SAYS.

LATER HIS KING WILL GIVE HIM A MEDAL TO COVER HIS LOSS OF FACE.

YOUNG MEN FROM THE DESERT FEAR IN THEIR EYES, FINGERS TIGHT ON TRIGGERS.

STAND AND WAIT FOR ME TO FILL YOUR BELLY WITH POWER.

A HUNGER FOR FLIGHT A FAMINE IN YOUR ENTRAILS.

THIS POWER NEEDED TO FILL YOUR CARNIVOROUS STOMACH FOR WAR.

TO BEAR GIFTS OF DESTRUCTION TO WIDE EYED CHILDREN BELOW.NEIL D O’DONNELL.