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Breaking the poor to pay the rich.
There, in the place of privilege and parliament, she held the flame high. And showed clearly the darkness that assaults the poor and divided David Cameron’s almost managing ’til their larders are emptied of succour and their frightful futures fixed with a hasty handful of wealth cultivated wishes. ——- Although this time the poor are…
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The Mystery of Life
The particles, embodying life flew ever outwards, light shattering rocks in a star flung emptiness. Hope burned into balls of molten fire and furnaces that lit the shadows of planets: where mortality was born. And out of nothing single cells formed from beauty into an ordering, startling the biologists and puzzling them with their intricacies…
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Tears
I bit into my chocolate, and the thoughts began to percolate. I tasted the milkiness and bittersweetness and sighed and cried inside my body – where the need’s nourishment not this punishment as the weak, hungry child in my mind’s eye dies. —– I do not mean to deride the pride we have in our…
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What price a Child’s Life?
The soft skin dries, amongst new Mum sighs, and Dad is keen to play his role and so the child grows their soul. ====== The sibilant tweeting of birds in the garden flow around them, sleeping without fear of men, til sound becomes words and their mind can think, and so they learn that their…
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For Txia and Greta
She slips through the trees she calls home, and gathering, her kin hear of far off shores and stores of chocolates and fine clothes. They hear of children calling for a future and the adults who listen not. They lament with solemnity the proclivity of the adults unphased by the climate disaster. And a love…
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Tyranny
He yawns and suborns. He snores breaks the laws. Watching the world waits and wonders, will it ever end or will he make them bend again and again to suit his rules, and calls them fools, as he laughs and sneers behind their listening ears. The homeless are in the gutter because that is his…
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The Jet Set at COP26.
Bleakly I watched the rain coursing down, as if forcing into our cold comfort house, where gas is becoming as rare as the meat on our plated meals, we try to manage for the health of the earth, for sealed promises for it to become a healed place, where each and every child can be…
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Space to think.
I looked up to see a myriad moments of pulsing stars, my icy breath the soul cloud between us, and my fingers reach out to touch and feeling only cold, my heart sinks; for I was alone, an abyss between me and the borrowed lights. — And the darkness grows around me as I lie…
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COP26 and the voice of the poor!
Their home was bleak and emptied of all the webs of life that hold us together, seated on the dirt floor they drifted in their thoughts while holding hands, their bulging bellies swollen with starvation were moving beyond the human need of hunger and care, to a place where they lay down and let…
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