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The Harrowing of Hell
Is it within, without, was it always someone else’s tool that they used to abuse, confuse and cruise their hate through another’s quick crisis. ——- Hell hath no fury? Give them hell. Hell is – other people said Sartre, The road to hell is paved with – good intentions. I felt like hell; are ——-…
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The Pain of Womanhood
What has brought women so low that they feed on a male’s unsubstantiated flow and subverted praise.
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Creation groans.
The bounteous skin of the earth corrupted, its bones break through, bleaching in the sun-
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Anti-vax
The brutal bombs pounded the city, shrapnel flew and pierced each animal, plant, person and planted in each the determined hatred of the violence of warring sides. === The doom laden bang lit the sky, fear filled canisters exploding, threaten lives, homes and hearths of thousands of throbbing hearts. ==== The sirens screamed their warning.…
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They have a dream.
I have a dream, one cried. to subjugate and sully the lives of all those who are not like me. —— I have a dream, two cried. to bully and bait each and everyone who cannot be treated in my equality. —– I have a dream, the third said, to have power and control, to…
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A Little Child Will Lead Them.
I looked and saw thousands of children, spilling over the land, their eyes all alight and shining; bright as the sunlight on the bright blue sea. —— They danced and sang as they came, and their many hued faces laughing with delight – for these are cheerful children favoured by fortune . ——— I turned…
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The Wisdom of Trees
Branches brush their velvety, mossy fingers evoking a rhythm of the beat of nature’s heart, a breeze blows and a gentler pace breathes. ———- A storm grows and they scratch and drum, with fearful passions striving forward to peace. ————– They chant the songs of the seasons, and break out new living leaves, that birth…
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Save the Jungle
I moved through the towering trees, with their mellifluous melody and various greens and browns, reds and yellows painting a kaleidoscope, and ————- a perfect canvas for the glory of nature there. Awed, as in a holy place I saw, the joyous sound of water over stone. I sat and watched its furious rushing forcing…
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FGM
My mother was the knife that took it from me. She wielded it as it had been for her and the others. Held ——————————————— me down as I screamed. ‘Don’t let them do it, Mummy! Please! Please! Don’t. Stop it! Mummy! Til —————– they stuffed my mouth and then my eyes bulging in…
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