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The Pilgrimage of Life
My long legs reached to the farthest shore of my being, shoving and pushing through the muddiness of rejection, and the sucking swampiness of my serious certified sickness, each step a challenge of my spirituality of distinctiveness, of my direct thinking to wonder at the great unknown, and still I’ll move, ever my blurred eyes…
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A Boy’s Life – For Tej who is now attending school as well as working!
Born in difficulty from his torn mother, pride shines on his toddling steps, while a faithless father leaves the separating son to walk in his hard work shoes. No education. He’ll work for a lazy landowner or down a mineral mine. Home is piling on his puny shoulders, the growing weight of his worries. Forced…
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A Girl Child’s life
Tiny hands beat the air as she was pushed from her mother’s body and gasped for breath emitting a sharp healthy cry of hope, fear, pain and hunger. A crumpled, dimpled face blinked at the light. So she started her long interminable fight for safety, fair treatment, to thrive, to shine as that light in…
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Demons of Trafficking and Immigration.
The chubby cheeked child pressed his teary face against the cold metal box, then deeply burrowed to find the breast, that nurtured him, empty as his mother’s body struggled with starvation instead of promised salvation. ————– The pieces of silver exchanged brought her hope of a golden place; where work was to be in plenty,…
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Boats at anchor
A few boats, seaworthy, fish empty, rock at their anchors, harbour hungry for the churning waters and open sea, feeling the scaly bodies squirming on the deck gasping for dying breaths. ——– The tide raises eager expectations and politely, bobbing slowly pulling at the bondage, she lifts her prow to proudly show she is prettily…
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Cold Hearts
They know it is wrong, the science is clear, but prefer high profile jobs to turning the tide? They hang on their hearts, the voices of children, but hungry oil and coal eats its way into their homes, hopes, failed harvests and he denies with sown seeds of power. So, head’s together they ignore truth…
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Christmas Threatened- Bah Humbug ?
She reached for the plain bread to lay it out. One slice each with beans off a far Foodbank. The disappointed children eat without pleasure, and look with eyes that show meagre years of Tory rule. ==== The face of plenty stares at them from the news- paper stand – jolly eyes like Santa with…
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Street Children
Shivering they silently stood outside, ever and always outside of all that is. They waited until a voice kindled the terror they remembered, and fowl money passed hands dirtying the innocence of a four year old child. ——— The others encouraged them to go in and accept that to survive is to strive and…
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