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The Poor paying for the Rich
He looked into his wallet and then into the face of his children. Oliver looked out from their faces, thinned and paled by hunger, Their sad eyes looked at under woolly hats and coat covered arm hugs. — His eyes watered and his empty belly grumbled as he opened the last dull can of beans,…
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Feed the Rich and starve the Poor.
He looked into his wallet and then into the face of his children. Oliver looked out from their faces, thinned and paled by hunger, Their sad eyes looked at him as they hugged each other for warmth. —- His eyes watered and his empty belly grumbled as he opened the last dull can of beans,…
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The Flames of Death
It was beautiful, the newly shooting buds of ancient trees, those toppled by the terrible storms defiantly greening, At our feet the carpet of pungent garlic holding its buds as precious gifts to a foraging folk and here and there stars of anemones shining in the dim lit ancient path. == We trod on round…
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Ukraine and Evil
She stepped over the grim reminder that somewhere, someone wants her dead, harried, frightened, threatened, fastened to her people by a thread of vile, red evil that looks to reject what was not perfect – but was the way they lived, and gave of their best for their nation and now they ration their food…
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The Rainbow
The arching rainbow cleared to trees and came to earth in the city, The colours vibrant and the ghost of a second beginning to shine, A vibration ran through me as I stared in awe and saw the truth that love and grace are all colours and so we celebrate our diversity as the bow…
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A Cracked Pot
The pottery wheel brings the writhing clay to life, its whirring pulses through the hands, moulding the sticky gooey mess, growing its potential and finding its nature through touching, loving and caressing the dirty lump until it reveals its hidden glory. — Steadily the rhythm grows and a shape is formed, a vessel glad to…
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War on Pregnant Women
It was the pregnant woman cradling her hope that shook me, a brave baby born to turmoil, no real future, freedom of speech and the liberty to choose a path where hissing missiles and guzzling guns will not overwhelm the fragile life that sparks behind closed contented eyes. – A year ago a couple’s loving…
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