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A Rainbow of Grace
Deep in sorrow I walked the walk of grief, Feeling in my hurting heart the pain of loss. Each beat a reminder of them and their sweet faces now facing an enemy grown by greed. === The rainbows arched across the sky, spilling their palette of colours as it stretched until it sank into the…
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The Earth left to Governments
The moon stared through the dust at the landscape, barely limming rooftops and rare trees with her light, and down in the streets no one moves as the dark oppression of climate collapse knocks on their doors. —– Hiding behind a front door a child peeps through the unsealed letter box, and smells the dust…
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The walls of Hate.
It was lost before it started, as the sun rose over the horizon and the cloud of the dust of centuries of believing that this is right and that is so very, very wrong. ========================== No-one saw the stain in the beginning but stood and broadcast their right, to murder, malign, maim over a message…
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The Truth is no Truth at All.
The Truth Really Hurts It’s not time to ring in the truth because it hurts. I have been scalded by the truth as it works into my gut and leaves the guilt lurking nauseously, clinging to my brain until I am rendered a kindly repentant soul again and say those words so very hard but…
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The Truth Hurts
Curled in a ball she lay frozen in time as the pain searched out every corner of her small body, and her mind shut down as to contemplate all that had happened was too much. An inhuman man stared at the broken child as he zipped his flies after he had ripped the cries out…
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My Winter in Summer
I heard the crunch of tyres on the stony ground still, as it stopped on the grassy verge and outpoured chattering children and gathering grownups. Nearby the yapping of a small dog, running freely amongst the cars disturbing someones quiet moments, and threatening to knock over the frail taking a walk in the afternoon sunshine…
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The Virus and World Domination
A fiercesome thing is lockdown, it growls around us like a roaring wind, that tears the fabric of lives apart and turns the hope of Spring into a winter of depression, and a lesson that sows seeds in a nation that seeks to avoid exhalation of drops of a virus; that violently takes from us…
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A childhood lost.
Their little hands reached out and touched the sensitive screen, no longer ably remembering the last time that they had been on that squishy sofa. or sat on her knee, all warm and snuggled while adults struggled with sleepy eyes, after a hilarious time running and laughing, hugging, catching until the loud chime of the…
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Borders
Arbitrarily drawn, each brace is something else’s place and loss as fences are built and concrete is laid for solutions to stop intrusions, incursions and contusions for those who try. There is a body who believes in their right and might for their own bipartisan brain to build visible walls. ===================================== A golden butterfly gentled…
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