Paper Aeroplane

I see a boy,
Out on the plane,
With a toy,
A paper aeroplane.
Who knows
Where it’ll fly to,
Its paper nose
And its paper crew.
They’ve closed the door,
Their backs to each other.
They’re at war,
No care for one another.
Jokers in the moonlight,
Batman meets his doom.
Why do they fight
Over the mushroom?
Is this the end to all we see?
Finishing all this endless misery?
Is this how God wanted it to be,
When he formed the earth
And surrounded it with sea?
Lions in the mirror of parliament,
People drinking whiskey
And bathing in milk.
Lions in the mirror of parliament.
This is how it will end.

~ Simon Jepps, 1994 (Aged 15)

Hara Kiri

The butcher’s blood is of a red sea’s winter, his heart replaced by a pepper. Oh, why should some sing the hymn of hate, while others are crossed in love?

The sword in hand art only of stale minds, its name forever bluntened by God’s tears. Oh, rootless, you may seem, but the stakes you gamble are the lives of the pure.

~ Simon Jepps

A long time ago, wars were cast only whence good people proclaim witness to evil deeds. Thence we would fight together and with righteous power.

Today, wars are cast whence dictators proclaim witness to futures yet unmade. Thence strike a land in secret and with unrighteous power.

Ahura Mazda, peace be with thee.