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Why?
Why do some men like guns so easily? women too. Why do terrible bombs fall so easily? drones too. Why does genocide appeal so easily? murder too. Why do my salted tears come so easily? my grief too. Will killers never know that the pain of others is theirs too?
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The Boat of Fools
A tiny craft floated oblivious on the bloodied water; while there, under them, pale, oppressed, sad people, the boat pushes its way through bloated bodies, still ignoring the calls for help, clinging to their future.. — On that boat, warm, fed, clothed and safe they ply their inward thinking, eyes turned towards treasure, making arms,…
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Forgiveness Costs
The author of forgiveness saw this blue planet as so, loving the troubled earth with paid for patience though, speaking through the earthquakes, fires and lightnings, was steadfast through shifting of huge teutonic plates breathed living spirit released the power of oxygen, and steadfastly refused to give up on humans hates. —- Millenia passed, filling…
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Autumn Grief
There was a time, I remember it well, When Autumn leaves and frosty grass meant warm home welcome and tasty hot food. That was then and this now. Heating’s off, bread is cheaper and hot meals spin the ever greedy meter. — Yet, its the same for them, the oil rich climate changers, coal fired…
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Sacred Sunrise
The candles burned brightly in the temple, repaired the curtains and ordered the day, while down in the fields a body, dead lay. ——– Relieved they slept through a golden dawn and missed the signs that God was about, missed the glory of dying being bested. ——- The sun burnished creation that morning and made…
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Grace in the Waiting
Dissolving margins take me deeper into the desolation of the soul, with each moment long, I find my life weariness increasing the hole in my thinking. ——– Tears thicken in my eyes where the sight is strained by searching, my heart is like a rock as if the spirit’s flown leaving me lurching on its…
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The Barn Owl
Motionless but for a revolving head, waiting palely, a faint outline in the brooding darkness suddenly rends the air with a psycho scream, penetrating, threatening. —— A ghostly flight as it sweeps the ground waiting silently, a sentinel of the dying light, seeking the future through scampering feet, blood for a scavenger’s brood. ——/ White against the…
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Prayer on the Front Line.
I pray for Ukraine, that each blade of grass, flowers, bees and beetles, birds and butterflies . —- I pray for their protection against the avalanche of violence and vile destruction. —– I pray for each small child, girl or boy, their school, hospital, park and their climbing tree. ——- I pray for their safety,…
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Plastic Warfare
The clouds floated on the face of the water, which flowed silently under branches of trees. Nothing moved nothing stirred but the grey water. ———————- Up above the sun shone cloaking the trees in burning heat and searing the ground; charring the last vestiges of grass that were not burned by the salt laced stream.…
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The Blue Tit
The darting cobalt blue, streak of yellow gold swiftly passes snatching tasty seed then – flees to hide, green amongst the laurel leaves which tremble and close in its wake. —– Peeping out eye bright, he fixes upon a nutty gem. The seething bush releasing a wild friend, who like a salmon leaping over a…
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Lord, did they hurt you?
Lord, Was their pain in your heart as they told you, “Goodbye!” They didn’t want your way nor wrestle, with things you say. Lord, did they hurt you when they walked away? And the women you helped who followed their men, turning their backs on ways that restored dignity again. Lord, did they hurt you…
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The Box he Carried
The box he carried weighed in at tons of right wing rhetoric, and pounds of destruction of democracy, and stones of self interest, and gallons of lies and manipulation. ========= Left behind was hundredweights of destructive control and bushels of abuse of the power of a potted parliament. =============== The lining of his pockets, pushed …
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The Refugee
He looked at his children and sighed, his labouring wife by his side, her panting and groaning rent the air with pain, coupled with despair. ============== He felt the tears slide down his face, prayed for a moment of grace, and knelt to deliver his very own chile, in a cruel world, beyond vile. ===========…
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Is God a Bully?
Wear a hat! Sit still! Wear a veil! Behave! prostrate yourself! give money! Fast! Submit! =========== God is warring, violent, avenging, A Jealous one, rewards killers, racist, white, spurns women, wants sacrifices, tramples infants! Thous shall not! ========= Didn’t God create a beautiful world? Love and families? gave us Jesus, healing, equality for all, non…
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2020 Slaughter
Timeless memories of days that mould our families, and friends come round for a coffee and a chat. While, the insistent echoes of government tell us what they want us to hear and what they wilfully want to do. And ——————————- so many hugless months have slowly palled and painted faces with sadness and tears…
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Children Drowning
The child gripped her father as the waves bounded over their boat, and beneath it too. Lifting it high only to crash it down into the cold, cold waters of the North Sea. The salty sea water soaked her hair, her clothes and slowly the dreadful, creaking carcass of wood cracking, and groaning; split, and…
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Death to the Rainforest
The engine broke the silence as it burst into life, then plied its way through dirty plains pulling up to gaze at towering trees alive with bright birds’ chattering and calling in alarm at the gruff roaring of the massive monster rolling towards their roots. ======================= They flew in consternation away from the trees making…
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