Inevitable

Trees are inevitable,

For something must grow higher than the rest.

Grass is inevitable too:

To carpet the world.

So are fish, to swim the seas,

Birds to fly the skies

And human beings to walk the plains.

All Life is inevitable

Springing from a chemical formula or two.

The Universe has Rules

Which make it so.

So, is God inevitable?

I have to ask.

Is there bound to be an Overlord

Responsible for All?

Or is it all an Accident?

Chance Happening?

A spin of some Super-Galactic Wheel?

It’s Logical to have some Being

Who’s Omnipresent, Omnipotent, Omniscient –

However many Omnis there may be.

Or even a Race of Gods

As the Greeks and Romans surmised.

Some say that We invented God

And that is very possible.

Some claim there simply is No God,

Which is quite possible too.

All I know is that I’m here right now,

Living in the Hope

That somehow I’ll survive

My Final Demise

A certain thing that is

For all

Inevitable.

Paul Butters

Lucky

I say again

That from my perspective

When I Die

The whole World will cease to Exist

Including You.

And it will be the same for you

When you go too.

So we are Lucky now

Having the Internet

To speed our Education,

Bringing knowledge and experience to us

As our mobility declines.

It’s as though Someone has catered for our needs,

Ensuring we Learn as much as we can

Before we go.

Lucky too we are to have our radio and TV.

And some of us are lucky enough

To live in relative Safety.

Some day, if we are lucky, we might even learn

What all this Learning’s for.

Someone may even let us know.

Paul Butters

True Brit

A blast from the past -

With a Jewish religion and a German Queen,

Who has a clue where the Brits have been?

Mum’s clan were Huguenots,

Dad’s maybe Welsh.

Lots of Africans in our football teams.

Keep out those immigrants many do say,

Even those whose parents came from Bombay.

We’ve lots of patriots from Pakistan:

The younger generation, Brits to a man.

But some are Radicals I hear you say,

We should be sending them on their way,

Back to Asia where they belong,

To the tunes of a UKIP song.

So what is “British” we must ask,

For this is not an easy task.

Justice and Democracy I hear you shout,

Tiny islands with some clout.

Shakespeare, Beatles, Rugby Lions,

Churchill clapping foes in irons.

Let’s be glad that we are free

And settle down to a cuppa tea.

Paul Butters

© PB 4\11\2015.