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The Box he Carried
The box he carried weighed in at tons of right wing rhetoric, and pounds of destruction of democracy, and stones of self interest, and gallons of lies and manipulation. ========= Left behind was hundredweights of destructive control and bushels of abuse of the power of a potted parliament. =============== The lining of his pockets, pushed …
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The Refugee
He looked at his children and sighed, his labouring wife by his side, her panting and groaning rent the air with pain, coupled with despair. ============== He felt the tears slide down his face, prayed for a moment of grace, and knelt to deliver his very own chile, in a cruel world, beyond vile. ===========…
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Is God a Bully?
Wear a hat! Sit still! Wear a veil! Behave! prostrate yourself! give money! Fast! Submit! =========== God is warring, violent, avenging, A Jealous one, rewards killers, racist, white, spurns women, wants sacrifices, tramples infants! Thous shall not! ========= Didn’t God create a beautiful world? Love and families? gave us Jesus, healing, equality for all, non…
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2020 Slaughter
Timeless memories of days that mould our families, and friends come round for a coffee and a chat. While, the insistent echoes of government tell us what they want us to hear and what they wilfully want to do. And ——————————- so many hugless months have slowly palled and painted faces with sadness and tears…
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The Butterfly Effect
The butterfly floated thru’ the feathered branches and silently shimmered against the darker bark. ‘This is good, so good,’ said God and delightedly called other butterflies of diverse hues into life. ————————————————— They created a cloud of colours brighter than any rainbow, pale as sunlight on snow as they trickled together through the tousled trees.…
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Crooked Leadership
Accountable? me? Please, don’t be daft, The sun shines out of my smiley mouth, my empty eyes twinkle like sparkling stars, my baffled brain works to shadow my hand. ————————— Why should I be challenged and accused? Why should you tell me that I am wrong? When will you understand that I am a person…
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Not the National Health Service
They clip along clinical corridors and treat the tedious and the tragic, each one reaching beyond their limits so that each one has hope. =========== Enclosing, muffling masks cover their sympathetic smiles, then it’s visors and space suits and visitors unwelcome, and the space is sanitised. =============== Theatres meant for healing lie empty, panicking…
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Darkness
What happened to darkness? Was it where the bogeyman lived, the dragon under my bed, the time to touch, to tingle and enjoy a sweet sexy snog? —————————- Or was it the deep dark where callous criminals took advantage and left a small voice crying, terrified of the call ‘lights out’, well used by a…
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