Heard the bells of the churches and cathedrals calling ‘neath the waves in sadness, sorrow and raw regret. ————- I heard the bells of bicycles and front doors and a sound of the clocks, that ticked away the rising waters of ice ———- melt, as the sun’s strength grew, and indecisive leaders tried, and Canute… Continue reading COP26 Where Land is Rare
Souls
The soul lifted his feet and walked to meet his maker, It felt the dirt and filth of the man who degraded him, over and over and over he forced it to see and feel, the terror of a child as they were bruised, battered and violated by the body inhabited, vainly longing for change.… Continue reading Souls
Corporations and Climate Change
Turning slowly their megacorps sink below the
waves. As the ocean of climate chaos covers
the deck there are still vain voices to be heard,
A Refugee Hell
She shrank from the man, who wanted to enslave her body, and over months with her children she walked, crawled and found a place to sleep. work for few coins, hiding and hoping that they would not chase her and place her again in chains. — A man took pity, her money and her mother’s… Continue reading A Refugee Hell
A Rainbow of Grace
Deep in sorrow I walked the walk of grief, Feeling in my hurting heart the pain of loss. Each beat a reminder of them and their sweet faces now facing an enemy grown by greed. === The rainbows arched across the sky, spilling their palette of colours as it stretched until it sank into the… Continue reading A Rainbow of Grace
The Earth left to Governments
The moon stared through the dust at the landscape, barely limming rooftops and rare trees with her light, and down in the streets no one moves as the dark oppression of climate collapse knocks on their doors. —– Hiding behind a front door a child peeps through the unsealed letter box, and smells the dust… Continue reading The Earth left to Governments
The walls of Hate.
It was lost before it started, as the sun rose over the horizon and the cloud of the dust of centuries of believing that this is right and that is so very, very wrong. ========================== No-one saw the stain in the beginning but stood and broadcast their right, to murder, malign, maim over a message… Continue reading The walls of Hate.
The Truth is no Truth at All.
The Truth Really Hurts
It’s not time to ring in the truth because it hurts.
I have been scalded by the truth as it works into
my gut and leaves the guilt lurking nauseously,
clinging to my brain until I am rendered a kindly
repentant soul again and say those words so very
hard but oh so very healing and achingly appealing,
‘I am so sorry.’ I did wrong.
Yet he clings to his lies and dominating ties to the
powers that abuse and misinform, misremembering
the things that happened, recorded in the press and
filmed for the television, so a mission for omission is
pressed ahead so that he can fib to avoid the gibes
of the journalists, newsreaders and nervous onlookers.
He stares and stumbles and cites, ‘We did not do right,’
But he did wrong, so we long for him to be gone for
we wrote it in our tweets and it was heard in our claps,
cheering the NHS as people sowed up their curtains to
make PPE and masks while doctors and nurses sickened,
and without the cover caught the dread disease, and died.
Companies offered to make them double quick but he
said his friends would do it better and some would
arrive from China, but now he says he lied for there
was always enough PPE for everybody. But sound out
the nurses barely breathing on ICU, staff battered as
Covid19 prowled and used the lack of protection to
pollute and pick its victims, and so the fit shouldered
the burden til exhaustion and poor equipment and a pack
of Shylocks, as well deaf ears to the knocking on the door
by the wise, wilfully ignoring and saying they were boring,
failed to save their nation by isolation, and blocking
the locking which soon was clocking deaths in their
thousands. He gambles and it’s a shambles as he still
rambles on til thousands upon thousands died and now
people stumble through the night of their pain seeking
operations, chemo and the right treatment for other
diseases because they just wanted to ease their minds
and behind close doors grumble and mumble over the
rising tide of anger as they feint and paint their actions
like children who cannot face blame, so they shame
someone else and fail to tame their own greedy eyes
and those of their mates who got special rates so that
The Truth Hurts
Curled in a ball she lay frozen in time as the pain searched out every corner of her small body, and her mind shut down as to contemplate all that had happened was too much. An inhuman man stared at the broken child as he zipped his flies after he had ripped the cries out… Continue reading The Truth Hurts
The Choice and No Choice
The child shook and cried – as his emaciated body fought the knowledge of a fever that choked the breath of his father and captured his mother‘s before oxygen came that can’t be given, because it is held in a place where the faces of the well smile as they selfishly return to a normality… Continue reading The Choice and No Choice