True Love Ways.

True Love Ways.

We were blameless,

Children really,

Copied lyrics

Straight from vinyl.

Learned them by heart,

Sang in harmony,

In groups,

Friends together,

Acapella on street corners,

In the school yard,

In a tin pan alley

Between the coal house,

And the chicken shed.

Buddy Holly is dead.

But I still remember the words.

We were blameless,

Children really,

Playing in the street,

Out in the rubble,

After the bombs fell.

They fell again.

We died.

Blame it on me.

I watched,

As flames raged.

A night so violent

Fire fell like rain,

Burning innocence.

As a city suffered

For a war

That killed millions.

Blame it on me.

As thousands starve

For want of simple things.

When fat cats

Play celebrity games

With real lives.

Harpies with violins,

Bleat about the poor

Whilst lining pockets

Filled with my salved

Conscience.

As I place my

Organic, de-caff

Free trade coffee

On a fitted kitchen shelf,

And sing

Along to Buddy Holly,

A greedy world

Keeps raving on,

Eating itself,

And choking on words.

Blame it on me.