Missiles Of Love

Missiles of Love 

Banksy 

Around the World, missiles and guns.

 Constantly fired 

Death, birth and love though, 

Not yet retired. 

Innocent children brought into this political unrest 

Too young to fight

 Too young to protest 

Innocence and love in childhood

Is their life,

 It is their norm, 

 Yet elders of countries, 

Constantly fighting to reform!

Maybe the saviours from the devastation 

Emanates from their seed

For every fighting nation 

Its from the innocent 

They should take heed 

No prejudices indoctrinated 

Peace, love and tolerance, 

 The only missiles activated. 

I Don't Like Mondays

I Don't Like Mondays 

Banksy

 On one side of a our globe 

A baby stirs, yawns, 

Safe from every tiny microbe, 

The sun rises, Monday dawns 

On green mowed and tended lawns. 

The other side of our globe

A child stirs, stomach aching, 

Attacked by every tiny microbe, 

The sun rises, Monday's baking

On children hunger fuelled awakenings.

Mondays may fill us with dread, 

With the whole working week looming ahead, 

So take heed and keep in your mind, 

The life of a child across the world, 

Not just Monday, But a daily grind 

Their struggle to remain alive

 Survive !

Save The Children