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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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Fascist Take Over
Muttering behind their fisted hands, and murmuring voiced their complaints, and muted applause for a strangled clause, that moderates a response while killing goes on. ———————– Burbling streams that wear folk down, and buttering up the cream of influence, and bartered appeals that threaten children, through bargaining that weights the loaded die. ————————- Fractured opposition…
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A Fascist Symphony
Emboldened by the brazen bigotry of his bearing, he betrayed the people who gave him his power, a democracy broken by a peering, prying, lying leader and furthering his feathering by freely paving a patterned pathway in bribes and scandal. ———————————— Helpless we watch and wearily we retweet or write to those who should be…
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Death Ripped Him from Her.
The jagged edges of his death cut through her heart, tearing it out and displaying it for all to see. She looked at it forcing the blood around her body hating it for keeping her alive when he had gone. ——————- Texting messages that showed hope, when she knew the the white…
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The Black Messiah
They pushed the cross over and his body banged the earth, His eyes wide staring, blood dried and his mouth of love set in rictus like a scream as he gasped for one more breath, his skin the colour of mahogany, peeled and a burned by —————– the sun which touched him, naked and humiliated…
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Democracy lost.
Their faces hidden by veiled views of disdain towards the poor and unemployed, suffering slaves and a cold contempt for the ones who stand against the constant cover-up of criminal ——– actions that pass unheeded before the courts, which they manipulate to their own ends and the visor of innocence is strengthened by misinformation and…
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Lockdown Terror
Creeping through to the cold kitchen, desperate, daring to decant a drink into her dirty cup from her school bag long since hung up, and the small heart in the little girl clung achingly to the hope that he would not hear. ——————————- Canned from his countless cans, his cantankerous snoring filled her head and…
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