It is not just the loss of land nor the flooding of our homes it is the injustice of oppression ignorance of what I am feeling. ———————————– Someone pours water down the sink unknowingly wasting my weary woes another flushes the flood away into the sewer taking our hopes too. —————————— There are other Tryweryns… Continue reading Cofiwch Dryweryn
Month: February 2020
The Storm Rages On.
Water seeped into the doors and waterways filled to overflowing, pasting excrement and fifth on clean painted walls littering a home with the dross of human living. ——————- Trees toppling on tiles and roofs of racers breaking, using their bank balances and singling out the shoddiness of builders long gone. Gardeners losing control of blossoms,… Continue reading The Storm Rages On.
Child Brides
Her sparkling shoes, and dress of white a princess she felt as she walked to her smiling groom. A glance to her father, looking the other way. A glance to her mother whose face was masked but her tears were not. It is legal, they said. ————————– He took her to their home He took… Continue reading Child Brides
Self Worth
Where is the trickle of hope if in fear we live? We have let the powers rope us, tie us, knotting their twine of undermining and upsetting strings of self loathing. ——————– We shake and shiver in the shadows, shushing the voice that cries within us like a knife to cut the line that entangles,… Continue reading Self Worth
Mother Earth
Her vital blood vessels, congested with synthetic carbons and an aortic aneurism of melting ice issuing and spilling over a splashed land. —————————— Her joints, arthritic and stiffened by politicians feasting on fine minerals. Muscles, fatigued by black, oil soaked economies, shunning the light. ———– Growth glands and physiology polluted by toxins derived from fertilisers,… Continue reading Mother Earth