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Antidote – The Elephant in the Room
There was an elephant, oh so big, t’was rather proud of his twirling trunk he trumpeted triumphantly til the noise threatened all, he said they stunk. —————- He flung it far from side to side and lifted slippery trees and stuff and sweetly smiled his toothy grin, decidedly drunk on being so tough. ———————- When…
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Policing the Till
She sat at her till and stared sufferingly at the cascade coffee boxes and cans and counting them carefully speaking kindly, she said, “No.” —————— Her pinched features pulling at her ready smile, she stopped the stockpiling and stealing of food from fellow folk who see only empty shelves. ——————– Words fall from her weary…
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Coronavirus
It enters the scene slyly, where from we know not. It challenges the chariots of human arrogance. —————– It sits waiting without racism, genderism, sexism and classism, ageism or poverty. ———————– Wealth will not avoid its tentacles tangling and trying to kill as it seduces and secures ——————————- its future development; spreading silently, mutating, morphing…
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Lent a Fast
What do I do with Lent? Does God really choose to ignore me if I eat chocolate, or biscuits, or drink wine? —————– Does God like me better because I give up something? ——————— I believe that fasting maybe not for God at all, but for me. A time where I feel better about myself…
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Cofiwch Dryweryn
It is not just the loss of land nor the flooding of our homes it is the injustice of oppression ignorance of what I am feeling. ———————————– Someone pours water down the sink unknowingly wasting my weary woes another flushes the flood away into the sewer taking our hopes too. —————————— There are other Tryweryns…
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The Storm Rages On.
Water seeped into the doors and waterways filled to overflowing, pasting excrement and fifth on clean painted walls littering a home with the dross of human living. ——————- Trees toppling on tiles and roofs of racers breaking, using their bank balances and singling out the shoddiness of builders long gone. Gardeners losing control of blossoms,…
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Child Brides
Her sparkling shoes, and dress of white a princess she felt as she walked to her smiling groom. A glance to her father, looking the other way. A glance to her mother whose face was masked but her tears were not. It is legal, they said. ————————– He took her to their home He took…
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Self Worth
Where is the trickle of hope if in fear we live? We have let the powers rope us, tie us, knotting their twine of undermining and upsetting strings of self loathing. ——————– We shake and shiver in the shadows, shushing the voice that cries within us like a knife to cut the line that entangles,…
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Mother Earth
Her vital blood vessels, congested with synthetic carbons and an aortic aneurism of melting ice issuing and spilling over a splashed land. —————————— Her joints, arthritic and stiffened by politicians feasting on fine minerals. Muscles, fatigued by black, oil soaked economies, shunning the light. ———– Growth glands and physiology polluted by toxins derived from fertilisers,…
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A child of war
Scrabbling in the dirt, gripping her mud splattered space, facing the fury of human hatred, a child crying for a chance to be. ———————– Pulling herself up, handheld tight to the hideous sight, eyes blanketed and bleached a wretched one of warring men. ————————- Stooping to touch him, scrabbling in the ruins of love she…
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