Their home was bleak and emptied of all the webs of life that hold us together, seated on the dirt floor they drifted in their thoughts while holding hands, their bulging bellies swollen with starvation were moving beyond the human need of hunger and care, to a place where they lay down and let… Continue reading COP26 and the voice of the poor!
Month: October 2021
The Pilgrimage of Life
My long legs reached to the farthest shore of my being, shoving and pushing through the muddiness of rejection, and the sucking swampiness of my serious certified sickness, each step a challenge of my spirituality of distinctiveness, of my direct thinking to wonder at the great unknown, and still I’ll move, ever my blurred eyes… Continue reading The Pilgrimage of Life
The Checkout.
A spring in her step, mingling her thoughts with her joy of workfulness, smiling at her friend through the sparkling windows of her swish salon, thankful hearted she turned into her supermarket, where she swiftly takes her place at the check out, and looks up to smile at the familiar faces of her the shoppers,… Continue reading The Checkout.
A Boy’s Life – For Tej who is now attending school as well as working!
Born in difficulty from his torn mother, pride shines on his toddling steps, while a faithless father leaves the separating son to walk in his hard work shoes. No education. He’ll work for a lazy landowner or down a mineral mine. Home is piling on his puny shoulders, the growing weight of his worries. Forced… Continue reading A Boy’s Life – For Tej who is now attending school as well as working!
A Girl Child’s life
Tiny hands beat the air as she was pushed from her mother’s body and gasped for breath emitting a sharp healthy cry of hope, fear, pain and hunger. A crumpled, dimpled face blinked at the light. So she started her long interminable fight for safety, fair treatment, to thrive, to shine as that light in… Continue reading A Girl Child’s life
Demons of Trafficking and Immigration.
The chubby cheeked child pressed his teary face against the cold metal box, then deeply burrowed to find the breast, that nurtured him, empty as his mother’s body struggled with starvation instead of promised salvation. ————– The pieces of silver exchanged brought her hope of a golden place; where work was to be in plenty,… Continue reading Demons of Trafficking and Immigration.
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Boats at anchor
A few boats, seaworthy, fish empty, rock at their anchors, harbour hungry for the churning waters and open sea, feeling the scaly bodies squirming on the deck gasping for dying breaths. ——– The tide raises eager expectations and politely, bobbing slowly pulling at the bondage, she lifts her prow to proudly show she is prettily… Continue reading Boats at anchor
Cold Hearts
They know it is wrong, the science is clear, but prefer high profile jobs to turning the tide? They hang on their hearts, the voices of children, but hungry oil and coal eats its way into their homes, hopes, failed harvests and he denies with sown seeds of power. So, head’s together they ignore truth… Continue reading Cold Hearts