The Only Way Up

The only way up

Is never to complain

To ask to start again

To wither in the hope of progress

But to advance

Head above the dust

Feet planted on the ground

Working for the moment

Pushing all around

From the dash of the withered

One pushes slowly on

On and on

Up and up

Move any way

Rather than giving up

 

Express Religion

Religion in sound bite form

Looses something

From the depth

Of a northern light

To the quick selling

Famine

Plight

Not even good

Or alright

Express religion

In its cheapest form