WALK THE WALK

 
What kind of walk do you ask?
I cannot walk through your iron mask.
But one that’s made by a worker’s hand.
Gives hope to the people in the new land.
The mask of honor, the walk of shame,
Most MP’s walk the two party line,
It’s got so out of control
the trees are walking to parliament house
They collect numbers saying “are you with us trees?”
and the trees rise up,
Walk to hospital with a broken leg,
Some walk away with a broken head!
Walk to another’s land with hope in your eyes,
The hardest of days as you walk memory lane with a friend,
I’d do it all again only armed with my mistakes.
You’re stepping in history every day.
The walk of a burn out with a top CV,
People walk faster working the deadline,
Company’s march you straight out the door,
You walk with your box past the hired help,
Your ‘x’ colleagues feeling their throats,
thinking that was too close,
The march of people that has toppled kings,
Queens that marry the throne walk the bastard line,
The 80’s Mrs PM was strong and drove her party line,
She walked up to the coalmines,
the shipyards and steel works,
where I grew up!
Over time one by one they closed down,
Men walked home with no job the next day,
Mothers walked around the supermarket unable to pay,
A boy walks to the shop because his dad is pissed,
Crying on the way home trying to remember the list,
I marched my heart out at just 17,
I had money in my pocket and a place that was clean,
The walk of heroes with tears in their eyes,
Walk all day with a big round tummy,
The eager new father walks with a brand new life,
Walking for your country in a walking race.
People walk with a Zimmer frame you can see the pain in their face,
Walk down the street in full control,
Not seeing the sign saying, “open man hole”.
The walk of a girl groomed to be queen,
Never with the down and outs and so clean its obscene,
The walk of a baby as it lets go of his immediate surrounds,
You can see the joy in their eyes as they cover new ground.
All that money just to walk on the moon,
DO they need a shelter from the mushroom balloons!
Walk to the pub for a good night out,
Or walk in a march and shout shout shout,
Walk with your granny will slow down your day,
She has the memories of old and something to say.
The walk of a man that’s just won lotto,
The look of a child when they see the grotto.
People use wheels instead of their legs,
Is that not a walk on a different level?
The walk of an artist that’s just sold a painting,
The sad regrets of a lady in waiting,
What about the people that walk to the top of the earth,
Not a place you can live or even give birth,
The walk of a priest to another’s words,
The walk of a chick into a bird,
The walk to madness has so many roads,
Trying to find the way out and braking the codes,
The walk of the sports person after they hang up their boots,
The walk of the slaves right back to their roots,
The walk of the fool with second hand shoes,
He has lost everything and it’s down to the booze.
Walk backwards for just a mile,
Someone walked around the world
because it hadn’t been done,
Remember the guy who tried to fly to the sun!
People who walk but never leave the house,
The schoolyard bully is he a man or a mouse?
Time is ticking but do not fret,
Time means nothing as you look at the wall,
Time is a number recording your fall.
This walk is ending, I am walking home,
The journey I take is a walk im doing alone..