No Justice For Death Murderers, rapists & thieves, they all end up in jail, But death continues on it's path and seems to just get bail! It roams the world and picks us off, slowly one by one, It plays it's game and carries on making it's sordid fun! It will not listen, it will not holt, to it we are but pawns, It does not care that we are losers and that the world does mourn! And when it comes knocking at your front door, You'll fight with all you #life, you say I'll end it and yell "no more"! But there is no justice for death you see, it'll win no matter what, It'll take who it wants, it'll leave you behind, it'll never say "that's my lot"! It touches us all at sometime in #life, from near to further afar, There is no justice for death you see as it leaves an emotional scar!

Change Oh how a minute can change your #life. One minute you are getting ready for an average Monday, contemplating work, deliberating about reports and remembering your diary. But one phone call in a minute can change this to panic, fear and anxiety. Your body goes into automatic mode, you act quickly, you jump in the car, then you wait. You wait for something, wait for nothing. You wait for the next call. Things will never be the same again because of that one minute!

Monday I told you never to come back, to leave me alone! But yet I find myself engulfed in Monday morning gloom yet again! Why do you never listen!