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Lockdown Terror
Creeping through to the cold kitchen, desperate, daring to decant a drink into her dirty cup from her school bag long since hung up, and the small heart in the little girl clung achingly to the hope that he would not hear. ——————————- Canned from his countless cans, his cantankerous snoring filled her head and…
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Deadly
There was a cloud of purple winged butterflies, fluttering to and fro, settling like thistledown on the flowers and leaves of the thickly wooded slopes of the rising morning misted mountains. —————————— Bees hummed amidst the ruby red geraniums, and their tiny legs filled with he mysteries of multi grains of pollen, carry back to…
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I have a Dream.
“I have a dream,” he spoke clearly and the people cheered and agreed. while government grew the cult of ‘white supremacy” no Klu Klux Klan, begat by burning crosses, visible but the silence of white supremacy shouted through the establishment til the rootedness grew like bindweed ——————————– but only those who threaded their twisting origins…
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Super Powers
The labyrinth closes its teeth upon the walking weary, brides of empty pockets, and plates weighted with weeds for food, and the hungry minotaur of wealthy governments nibbling at their ills and taking away their children. ==================== Each turn brokered a new agreement to supplement their lot, and take away any rights and dreams, turning…
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One rule for me
His eyes were darkly darting, as he surveyed from high. The ivory tower that chained the poor and the care workers to queues at a local food bank. ——————- He groaned as the media attacked him. He moaned behind the bricks at us while smiling thinly, and showing us whitened teeth, which have been polished…
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Eating to die?
I stared at the biscuit box, the chocolate, crisps, empty cases and a loaf? just bread crumbs, and wept. I cried for the pain that I was trying to suppress, the old hurts that oppressed. ——————— and I knew that I was heavy and hopeless, I would have to go through this again, and again,…
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It’s the Kids.
The child lay at peace her eyes closed and her long dark lashes fanned her gaunt cheeks. Each breath taken an effort and each heart beat slowing as her life seeps slowly from her shrinking soul. ———————– Another child lies asleep on a soft mattress and pillows both at the mercy of bullying braggarts and…
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The Tory’s Party
Oh, God! it is bad. They’ve screwed us over and over again, each time they speak it is with a fancy forked tongue, tracing a journey through their choices and our deaths. ———————– Oh, Lord! it is grim, I’m on m knees and weeping, because my kith are hurting sore and the NHS, the guardian…
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Spring Death
The sun caught the shy violet, shedding light on them, as they appeared like sapphires in the grass and gorse and gave joy to the slow journeying. ————- They smiled at the swift, flying swallow retuned to a cold and frightened land, as it dipped and darted, diving for flies while the fearing folk stayed…
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Isolating Pain
Her clothes felt heavy and her shoes lead lined, like in a nightmare when you run and run and you just can’t get anywhere. ——————– Her arm hung heavily at her side as big bruises surfaced in darkening black and blue her torn lip, a tortured broken face. ——————————– She was at her prison door…
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