Tag: Hunger
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For all the Child Refugees like Gulwali
Rooted out of thin soil a strong plant yet to fruit, young in the ways of the world and old in the ways of faith. —— Prays and yearns for a vanishing childhood, adrift with callous, greedy men, dollar focused selling refugees for the highest payment. Yanked out by his family and circumstances, —- sent…
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Echoes in Faith
It is in the silence that he is usually there, in the angel music he will ordinarily speak, but like many who wander and wonder there is an emptiness and disconnection. —– Shadows of shapes where he used to be and a faint echo that which led to stability, a heavy heart hangs low, he…
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Refugee Children in the Hold.
A child can only look on knees, frail, loud, loving and free, hunting beetles, shedding tears, smelling the earth, ‘It’s nearer to me!’ —– A child can only look on knees, and spider webs’ silvery droplets, marvelling at the moon and stars, splashing in cool, cerulean seas. —- A child can only look on knees,…
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Hosanna!
Grief stricken, an empty armed mother wanders outside the city gates and meets the family leaving their home, empty pocketed, no wage to come. —- Misshapen people, ostracised sit in the shade of the tombs and rocks, longing for a health to enter the city where they are unclean, where deprivation, disease, death and hatred…
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Brexit’s Legacy
Startled by swiftness of the grievous downturn, he stood looking at his terraced house, once warm, once welcoming and in his hands were bulging bags, and his children playing their games on tech screens. Weary from work he held the bag from the Foodbank, and felt again the creaking of a body underfed and ——-…
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Budgets Kill
Blue eyes sunk in a worried face, dim with the ache of hunger, closing to hide the horror of cruelty in power and control. —— Brown ones too in the faces of children understanding that they are voiceless and that loving adults voted for —– this annihilation, bold policies that take their food, warmth, their…
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Do they even care?
Sewage on our beaches government beyond our reaches, history did not teach us and now they cling like leeches, —- feeding off the poor, slamming shut the door, hunger comes with a roar and they say they’re sticking to the law. — Crisis costs will rise, Will they hear the dying sighs? Will they finally…
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Cancerous Greed.
He held tightly to the statement of his wealth groaning as he saw the fulsome figures falling, wondering how he’d keep his balding head up as he flounders int he dust of only multi-millions. —– She held tightly to the small wad of new notes, freshly received from the ATM and felt thrilled to have…
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The Poor paying for the Rich
He looked into his wallet and then into the face of his children. Oliver looked out from their faces, thinned and paled by hunger, Their sad eyes looked at under woolly hats and coat covered arm hugs. — His eyes watered and his empty belly grumbled as he opened the last dull can of beans,…
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