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Britain August 2022
Like sheep to the slaughter we voted them in, like donkeys we slave away at their despotic will, like a cat amongst pigeons they pursue and push at our connections, destroying our community but, like automatons they tread on unfeeling. ———- Like a lion they prowl and devour their prey, chewing the last juicy money…
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Super Wealth and Destructive Politics.
Curling leaves and cruel heat scorching the thirsty fruit, smoke covered faces and sweat soaked uniforms, telling the cost of carbon fuels. — Fires rage and ground cracks as the power of the few imagines that they control the climate for the wealthy who vainly want their profits. === Children with their empty tummies rumbling…
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Ruinous Governments
Its a war on words and ideas that are just, they make a pact and renegade on the fact that you agreed their wielded written word’s; scorn you and laugh at your confusion and plot your demise, descending hope falls broken, and to cope is through tears, heartbreak and blood shed on your doorstep. ——-…
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Cruelty in Politics
The knives are out and the dissection started, Each knowing and set their direction signalled.. Tax cuts or higher tax to quell the over wealthy as they lean in and offer or finger their purses. Each one turning the tory vice on their victims: a family, school children, refugees and workers, the struggling overwhelmed by…
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I didn’t know that Cobbles were real!
She wobbled on the verge of the cobbles, which appeared as if by surprise. Giggling she walked across the bumpy terrain and balanced on her toes. —– Looking up, she laughed to her Dada, ‘Cobbles!’ she laughed,’ not in a book or on a film nor in Minecraft. Cobbles!’ she shouted and tripping lightly, fell.…
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The Blue Way
Slowly, shifting our stumbling minds they open Pandora’s box, letting their principles die, their seeming petty crimes bloat their egos and blind the people to their continued gaffes, grim groping and giving lies instead of truths in quantities, too many to number hoping to confuse, discombobulate, muddle and distract, thinking the populace too thick to…
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The Eternal Pilgrimage
I’ve walked the ways of curlews and grasshoppers, through meadows and pine trees, muddy lanes, valleys of mists and cliffs where choughs called to my soul and saw sun gilded branches and great ocean waves holding the glory of gold. === I’ve walked hospital corridors, shared shed tears, watched the light go from a sick…
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Waiting in the Night
Twas evening, when the fishermen sail, the sun shifting to shine on other seas, Faintly glowing the far off stars herald the approaching night. —— the light slowly recedes from the shore, as somewhere a wise owl calls from a wooded glade, where rested roosting birds ready to wake the dawn. ——– The silken skin…
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