The Slow Destruction Of Man by Kelvin Rush is a collection of original poems, covering a wide range of topics, to engage the mind and stretch the imagination. The book captures vividly the trials and tribulations we all have to face, as we navigate our way through the endless maze called life. Kelvin draws upon his own personal experiences and has produced a most enlightening and enthralling book. One Single Buttercup One single buttercup In a concrete wall Innocent and beautiful Standing tall Proud unpretentious A lesson to us all One single buttercup In a concrete wall How did it get there No one knows It’s been there forever Every year it grows Surviving all-weather Never scared to fall One single buttercup In a concrete wall Fish On A Hook Fish on a hook No struggle no pain Acceptance is a blessing We all lose the game In a second life is over No debate no concern Fish on a hook It’s now your turn Willow The Rhino Willow the rhino was enjoying her day She was hurting no one happy at play What she didn’t see were the poachers nearby Wanting her horns she was about to die Willow was feasting on roughage and trees The poachers closed in on their hands and knees One fatal shot right between the eyes That’s all it took for Willow’s demise Willow lay cold on the warm summer grass The poachers with hatchets were evil and crass Blow after blow they destroyed Willow’s face Then disappeared with the spoils without a trace The attack was brutal callous obscene A cold-blooded killing heartless and mean The poachers celebrated with a ritual dance Poor old Willow never stood a chance Bradley Spears Bradley Spears was a desperate man Bradley Spears had a cunning plan Bradley Spears carried a heavy load Bradley Spears was about to explode Bradley Spears strapped on his vest Bradley Spears was on a quest Bradley Spears heard a voice in his head Bradley Spears would soon be dead Bradley Spears had a fateful flaw Bradley Spears couldn’t take anymore Bradley Spears set off his bomb Bradley Spears was dead and gone Jingle Jangle Jingle Jangle can’t untangle His wangled hands and feet He’s lost a sandal has Jingle Jangle And is hobbling down the street Here comes lanky Leonard Hanky Intelligent and rather clever He’s sure to untangle Jingle Jangle And put him back together Red Wellies When Wee Willie Wuddle jumps in a puddle He’s the happiest boy on the street His little red wellies slide about like jellies He smiles at everyone he meets He splashes about he’s in no doubt His red wellies are the best He loves the rain so he can go out again And put his red wellies to the test My Cousin Sid No one really cared about my Cousin Sid He’d been causing lots of trouble Ever since he was a kid People only remembered All the bad things that he’d done No one gave him a chance He was always on the run Sid was found by a local man In the woods near his home He’d hung himself out of desperation Tired of being all alone He left a note a humble cry Explaining how he felt Sid took his life because no one cared And no one offered to help My Calling I went to sleep last night Determined not to wake up I made it quite clear I’d had enough I even wrote it down in my book I said with precision and clarity I’d found my spiritual calling But my words must have fallen on deaf ears Cos I woke up again the next morning