Not like a usual
Cold march day
Sunshine seeps through my
Scratched withered skin
My reflection
In the broken pane of my window
Of an old aged man
Dark skinned and thin

Not one of those old cold days
Tis one,s differenrt
Sunshine smiling faces
Peaceful Newzealand races

I run down the lanes
Of muddy christchurch,s ways
Against the wild current
Of even wilder air

I keep my wet feet
On jade green layer
As i kneel down
For my last Friday prayer


I make my last prayer
For a world kinder and fair


Where no cast and creed
Where no colour or...