I feel as though the horror and violence waging wars around make no sense. —— How can we believe its right today to hurt a child or blast them away? —— Where is the sense or rationale? It’s archaic, cruel, a foul bad tale. —– Is there a place where children play? A timeless point,… Continue reading Is life real?
Month: January 2023
The Cult of War
Tarnished shells of tragedy and sorrow, burnt out buildings and long snout guns, stand against the hideousness of violence and the cult of war. ——- Children flung from cowering to funerals, parents arms empty, people without homes, empty plates and emptier eyes hollowed by pain, and the cult of war. —— Trampled plants and the… Continue reading The Cult of War
God is listening!
It chilled my soul, cos I could see their goal, dominating women, and then, push them into dark corners make their lives more onerous beat them black and blue tell them what to do, while they gloat and glower and boasting of their power boiling their own souls. ———- It chilled my soul, cos I… Continue reading God is listening!
The Barn Owl
Motionless but for a revolving head, waiting palely, a faint outline in the brooding darkness suddenly rends the air with a psycho scream, penetrating, threatening. —— A ghostly flight as it sweeps the ground waiting silently, a sentinel of the dying light, seeking the future through scampering feet, blood for a scavenger’s brood. ——/ White against the… Continue reading The Barn Owl