Tag: Ukraine
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Decency can be like morning mist, warmed by the sun of greed, may lightly flow away in greying drifts, or veiled by evil’s, darkened day. — Compassion is like the rocky cliffs, ever being pressed and smashed by the increasing anger of the sea of hearts, encased in ego’s stone.
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The News
Why is my heart breaking? I hear the news on waking broken babies, hungry children, chilled by killing cold and filthy, midden like rivers flushing toxins harmfully in our seas. — Hitler rising from the grave, to bludgeon and break in waves on those who come for shelter too, friends and good people trembling so,…
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Far Right
Humanity is like the morning mist, warmed by the sun of greed there some lightly flows away in drifts, and some hangs low in valleys. —– Compassion is like the rocky cliffs, ever being pressed and smashed by the increasing anger of the sea of hearts, encased with ego’s stone.
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Why?
Why do some men like guns so easily? women too. Why do terrible bombs fall so easily? drones too. Why does genocide appeal so easily? murder too. Why do my salted tears come so easily? my grief too. Will killers never know that the pain of others is theirs too?
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The Boat of Fools
A tiny craft floated oblivious on the bloodied water; while there, under them, pale, oppressed, sad people, the boat pushes its way through bloated bodies, still ignoring the calls for help, clinging to their future.. — On that boat, warm, fed, clothed and safe they ply their inward thinking, eyes turned towards treasure, making arms,…
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23rd Psalm for Today
War is my Shepherd. I will always want, It’ll make you lie down in your own blood, and leads the world to disaster. It destroys my soul. It makes me walk in paths of unrighteousness for its own names sake. Yeah, Even though I walk through the vale of death, I will continue to cause…
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War on Ourselves
(A Ship of Fools on the Rocks) terrible images move on the screen, behind my eyes and in my brain, grafting in me the fear that death and hell are let loose in every terrain, gradually the shape of human kindness like milk looses its savour, and pools ungraciously in the stink of the piles of…
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Prayer on the Front Line
I pray for Ukraine, that each blade of grass, flowers, bees and beetles, birds and butterflies. – I pray for their protection against the avalanche of violence and vile destruction. — I pray for each small child, girl or boy, their school, hospital, park and their climbing tree. — I pray for their safety, in…
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A voice in the Wilderness of War
Still he opened his throstle, and chanted his prayer, that despair will die and each root of hopefulness will bring grace
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