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My Country’s Shame
The shame falls on me like showers of hail, it drums on my burdened head. And I want it to help me shed my skin and bury me but- Would I be a whitened sepulchre? Faceless with my nation’s baseless and graceless way of torturing small children by turning them back, rejecting their cries because…
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The Trumpet Call of Spring.
( or Hope Denied) The saffron centred crocus shone against the dark earth, petals gently unfolding inviting the invasion of light and insects tending their pollen, enabling production of tapestry in grass; and secretly new bulbs grow ready to bring joy and luminescence to the troubled world. ———- Floating on the breeze bees hover, seeking…
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The Murder of the Innocents.
The child’s eyes are closed and her heart stops beating. War showing again its yellowed face of cowardice and words
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The Winter of Injustice
Her lawyer explained and the rapist was freed, all because the CPS founder. —- She relives the scene, the brutal nightmare binds her, and liberated he’s free to further haunt her. —– Broken wings of women, abused and violated, sink into the mired ground of male malevolence. ——- Braced in courts faces, prejudicial trial, persons…
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War in Winter
Grief digs deeper when the winter months mutter war, the loss of place, of purposeful peace and the gross destruction of homes, humans and even habitats of tiny beings that have sought warmth under the frozen crust. ——- It’s a bloody burden that they carry on breaking backs, as they see bursting bombs of greed…
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My Valentine
The snowdrops split the Earth and bravely shone against the wintry grey. Hiding below where the secret darkness of the soil gives life, two fruits gradually split and new birth begins. Separately they grew entwining the bare branches of the beleaguered hawthorn ruled by frost and snow, hail and gales. But still they grew on…
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Leading by Manipulation
Hear, hear, grew the charge and so the slow lethargic loyal men and women wove the web around his feet, tripping and ripping his riposte. —- Whipping them were those now nervously, previously deviously devising each broken rule, wearing blue to hearten him, smelling the welling of the telling of truths, they writhe and slithily slip…
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We will remember Them!
Gaffe, gaffe, gaffe, I will make you pay by whats my way, I’ll lie and turn my back and grin wide. I’ve trained the rest to follow my guide So what will follow will always be so, and years it’ll take before you’ll know – How much you let me run amok, see cos no…
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How will they know?
It was the glimpse of a frost iced field, where the lowly sheep were lazily crunching on crisp grass, that touched my heart and brought the memories of chapped cheeks and gloves with holes where the cold wind whistled and the promise of snow. ——– Snow that fell in lazy circles tasting of ice cream,…
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