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Doktor

We've tasted venison, we've feasted on veal
tried ham, beef, lamb, almost every meal
we've chewed on bacon, dined on fish
same old beasts in every dish
bored of these tastes? want fresh meat?
koala, chimp, panda, which next to eat?
how about rat? not tasty enough?
elephant then? probably too tough
rhino looks nice, plenty of meat there
so what if they're scarce, why should you care?
as long as you're feeding your fat greedy face
you've no care in the world you're a disgrace
the next time you complain of the choice on the shelf
please do me a favour...eat yourself.


Inhumanity

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Doktor

What possesses man to commit murder?
to take precious life from this earth
is it an acquired evil?
or an instilled hatred from birth.

Lest we forget

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Doktor

Born in Austria, yet made Germany his home
a man with a mission, to grind a whole race into bone
he promised the people glory, and the return of national pride
but only delivered attrocities, to which a nation shied
this monster handed power, by the foolish and weak alike
brought a once proud nation misery, with his murderous Third Reich
his abominable crimes engraved, on history's face forever
were supported by his fascist hordes with a fervent endeavour
his will would be done, carried out by so many
"only following orders" no questions, no, not any
countless millions lost their lives, deprived of their humanity
because they were not of Aryan blood, because of his insanity
this man, this monster, evil tyrant, bringer of so much pain
must never, ever, at any time, be allowed to rise again

Intelligent life?

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Doktor

We've raped the rainforests and stolen their wares
rid the seas of their fish still nobody cares
exhausted natural resources then stood idly by
caged animals in zoos and watched them all die
hunted for "sport", for fur and for meat
made species extinct not once did we bleat
polluted the air with our poisonous fumes
ignored the damage to the trees and the blooms
caused oil-slick chaos in the seas and the oceans
turned precious rain acid with our chemical potions
caused a hole in the ozone our protection from rays
and made ice caps melt with our selfish ways
man has fought one and other since Adam and Eve
whilst self induced famines have made continents grieve
with our beautiful planet that we had on loan
we cannot be trusted of that we have shown
man's eventual demise will come and it's tough
for the sake of this planet it can't come soon enough

Duel

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Doktor

The lioness lay still, observing her next kill
motionless, expressionless, not moved an inch until
the elephant herd passed near, frightening off the deer
the chase was on, that must be won, a race for life sincere
the deer so swift, so lithe, exhausted, yet must strive
to outwit, outthink, outrun, outjink, if it's to stay alive
the lioness now near, could sense it's victim's fear
with hostile breath, the beast of death, must end it all right here
the predator she leapt, and with mighty paws she swept
but the prey so quick, movements so slick, ran with her life kept
the lioness lay beat, both by graceful foe, and heat
the African sun and the deer that had won, had conspired to rob her meat
the deer for now safe to graze, to frolic and to laze
had best beware and take great care, for there'll be other days

1969. The end

by

Doktor

Man's left his mark on this planet, and even on the moon
and have no doubt the eight planets left will bear man's mark quite soon
but this doesn't fill me with pride, in fact it makes me bitter
because man's mark is destruction, space wreckage and litter

Double standard Dave

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Doktor

Double standard Dave, racist through and through
hypocrisy is his middle name though he thinks he is true
can't stand Blacks, Asians or Jews, "send 'em all back" he'll say
but when in need from the corner shop, Mr Singh he'll gladly pay
at the match he'll boo the Blacks, doesn't want them in his side
but when Boatang scores and runs to him, his arms are open wide
buys all his chains and rings of gold from the local jewellery store
yet knows the sign "Goldberg and Son" hangs proudly from the door
Double standard Dave, racist through and through
could he be someone that you know, or maybe even you?

Something to look forward to?

by

Doktor

He doesn't want to be any bother, a nuisance that's not he
the lonely old man in his lonely old house, wants not one thing for free
he struggles along with the bills, and eats what he can afford
he's nobody's problem in nobody's thoughts, no-one's to be adored
he passes the time in his old armchair, blankly staring into space
won't leave the house, nowhere to go, the old man knows his place
his phone won't ring, his door won't knock, no letters will arrive
no communication with the outside world, no-one cares that he's alive
his aches and pains,his ailments many, won't get the treatment due
he'll treat himself won't make no fuss, "doctor's busy, there's a queue"
he'll feed the birds, the sqirrels and cats, they'll miss him when he goes
the lonely old man in his lonely old house, a man that nobody knows

Time To Reflect

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Doktor

Dear sir,
Thankyou for your services
they'll no longer be needed
I'm afraid your warnings given
to me, were never heeded
you were my lawyer, counsel friend
you tried hard to put me right
but I thought I was oh, so clever
now it's too late to see the light
now I'm sat here in my cell
and all alone and frightened
how I wish for one more chance
my sense of remorse now heightened
well that's it then, farewell my friend
I trust this letter finds you
we'll never meet again I fear
regards 76592

Pre-hysterical

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Doktor

The pterodactyl hovers menacingly above my head
I'm filled with fear, I'm filled with dread
the stegosaurus blocks my path all spiny backed
my senses are numb, I'm being attacked
the brontosaurus' long neck swishing and swaying
I just want to die, my nerves are fraying
the tyrannosaurus towers so powerful, so fearful
I'm a quivering jelly with my eyes all tearful
and then "Please make your way from the museum"
it's the curator with mum and dad, so glad to see 'em.

Sign Of The Times

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Doktor

I used to love to pass the children's park
Where everyone looked so happy
Kids on swings, playing skipping and things
And mums changing baby's nappy
Tots on slides, and having cycle rides
So many tiny, smiling faces
With screams and shouts from the roundabouts
And boys having barefoot races
I passed a week ago, now a place I didn't know
A place that made me look away and cringe
No more children playing en masse
Just broken bottles in long grass
And a dirty used hypodermic syringe
Where do all the kids now play?
Now their park's in disarray
My eyes filled with tears of sadness and pain
So much lost laughter, so much lost fun
No more playing in the midday sun
And I swear I'll never walk that way again

Trapped

by

Doktor

Oh, to be free, free of these chains
free of this life, and all it's restrains
free to be free, to do what I want
to drink from the fountain, of liberty's font.