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COP26 Where Land is Rare
Heard the bells of the churches and cathedrals calling ‘neath the waves in sadness, sorrow and raw regret. ————- I heard the bells of bicycles and front doors and a sound of the clocks, that ticked away the rising waters of ice ———- melt, as the sun’s strength grew, and indecisive leaders tried, and Canute…
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Souls
The soul lifted his feet and walked to meet his maker, It felt the dirt and filth of the man who degraded him, over and over and over he forced it to see and feel, the terror of a child as they were bruised, battered and violated by the body inhabited, vainly longing for change.…
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Corporations and Climate Change
Turning slowly their megacorps sink below the waves. As the ocean of climate chaos covers the deck there are still vain voices to be heard,
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A Refugee Hell
She shrank from the man, who wanted to enslave her body, and over months with her children she walked, crawled and found a place to sleep. work for few coins, hiding and hoping that they would not chase her and place her again in chains. — A man took pity, her money and her mother’s…
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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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