Tag: poverty
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Britain’s Future
Walking in town, once there was join our diversity, listening to the TV once there was good independent reporting, but some prefer oil, and sow, now the destruction of those that were loyal. —— Waking early, once there was the dawn chorus, sitting in the garden, once there was a hum of bees, but some…
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A Birds is for Life?
Colourful bows arch across the sky, scything wings underflow, silhouettes of glorious won freedoms, neath them the city’s traffic hums: —— Bounty of joy subsumed in oily residues, taunting the gasping, asthmatic child, while black gold, a grim poison now spoiling fresh air, polluting the earth. —– Nightly the owls hoot their warning call, making…
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What price their future?
For My Great, great Grandchildren It catches the sun light as it trickles from the tap, runs down the drain washing grime through a trap, Flush a toilet, wash the car, such luxury in our lap. Will water freely flow in the future at all on the map? —- The bag of filmy plastic is…
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Autumn Grief
There was a time, I remember it well, When Autumn leaves and frosty grass meant warm home welcome and tasty hot food. That was then and this now. Heating’s off, bread is cheaper and hot meals spin the ever greedy meter. — Yet, its the same for them, the oil rich climate changers, coal fired…
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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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Afghanistan,
Times past, I was bound by the rules, kept in the home, kept busy with chores, told who to marry, ordered, commanded and kept from life by marginalising laws. ——- I had a taste of life where I could be me, I travelled, I studied, I worked with zeal, I felt the sun on my…
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A child can only look on knees,
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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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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The Widow’s Mite/Oppression Destroys
Her life in turmoil, sad in a poor home, no money to spend, two halfpennies left. ———– The lawyers look on with glee, another widow, vulnerable and poor, steal her home, send her to in-laws oppress her till she numbly goes. —— They set the bar high, in the temple treasury, 2 coins is a…
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